It is mostly because of the flurry of various emotions I’ve been experiencing lately that I’m starting this blog. I’m doing it because I’ve just graduated, and what you do when you’ve graduated (at least according to Hallmark) is consider (in depth) what the future holds for you, and how you are going to tackle it. I’m doing it, too, because I know a lot of people who are contemplating the same things I am: how best to hold onto a relationship? Give up a job in search of a better one? Move from one city to another? Make new friends? Adjust?
The long and short of it is this: My name is Gabrielle. I finished my BFA degree in Writing, Literature and Publishing from Emerson College in December. Since then I’ve been working as an Editorial Assistant at Little, Brown, and Company in Boston, MA. I’m dating/living with/tremendously in love with David, who has accepted a sizable scholarship to Emory University School of Law, which is located in Atlanta, GA. He is (obviously) moving South, and I am moving with him. Which means, in practical, no-nonsense terms: I must find a new job, find a new apartment, and meet some new people…ASAP. It also means I have to quit my job, say goodbye to my friends, and pack all of my stuff. Our deadline is August 13, 2010.
At the moment I’m at that precipitous point in this great adventure. I have yet to start on the two most important targets in my no-nonsense (aka this-is-not-playing-around-kids) list. We were in Atlanta a few weeks ago and I was lucky enough to reconnect from my best friend from elementary school, a recent Spellmen graduate, still living in ATL. A good start on goal three.
Unfortunately, goal two (apartment) was difficult to manage, as apartment complexes in Atlanta have a 60-day notice policy, which means apartments opening in August won’t notify the management until June 1st (next Tuesday, thank the good Lord). And goal one (JOB) can’t be attained until I a) give my notice here in Boston and b) have an Atlanta address to put at the top of my resume.
And this is all of the stuff I have to hurdle over before we even move down there and David starts that monumental, rumored-to-be-very-shitty, life-changing year as an L1.
So here we go. Hoping to make it. Hoping to shake it up. Hoping to come out on top.
