Mike, happiness and moving.
I just got off the phone with Mike. I absolutely love talking to him – we somehow seem to pump each other up about our silly dreams. He makes me feel spectacular about moving to Atlanta and always boosts my confidence about guys (or lack of them). In the same respect, I get equally as excited hearing about the awesome things happening in his life. I love hearing about then new girl he’s seeing and how he wants to make a good impression on her. Listening to him talk about what he wants to do in life just excites and motivates me about my life even more.
To be honest, if there was one person I thought I might lose touch with after high school, it was Mike. I made exhausting effort over the past four years, sometime feeling like giving up hope on him – but I think during the past two years our friendship has grown into something I’m proud of and more than content with.
The same can really be said about most of my friends. Now, four years after high school, I am still in contact with those whom I’ve chosen to stay in touch with. I think I can count them on my own two hands, and I like it like that.
I’m not as nervous or scared about moving to Atlanta as I think I should be. I realize i’m going to have culture shock as well as shock in general (due to the weather, etc), but I’m more excited than anything. I am SO excited to have this opportunity – to intern at a magazine.
I’ve been in classes at NMSU where we go around and say what we want to do in life. “I want to work for a travel magazine,” I always say. The thing is, since I’m taking mostly journalism classes I’m not the only one to say that. Basically saying my dream out loud has always been just that – a dream. Could it be that this is the first step for making this come true? It is very very surreal and unbelievable.
…..fyi – a nervous, ‘i’m freaked out beyond belief,’- what the hell am I doing moving to Atlanta blog will be on it’s way later this week!