Where we last left off, I was discussing my possible move to Atlanta and my related job search, as well as the emotions it evoked. Well, here we are, about 3 months later, at almost the end of July! Wow, how time has flown! Part of the reason why I haven’t written is because my husband and I did in fact move to Atlanta a month ago, and the packing, and unpacking, and more unpacking, has taken up a lot of my time and energy. Another reason, which is in fact the bigger reason, is because I have been blogging on my other, new blog dedicated to my second book on self-love and relationships.
In any case, this morning I write to you with a thorough update regarding my transition to Atlanta. I often tell people the reason why we moved to Atlanta from NY is for: a lower cost of living, in an area with a vibrant Jewish community, with warmer weather than NY. Atlanta was further attractive to us because I have cousins who live here (those with whom my beloved father was very close!).
And while these reasons are for sure true, there is an underlying deeper reason that propelled me to take the plunge that I do not mention.
In New York, I had a full-time nutrition job that I liked (for the most part) that provided a good salary and benefits (healthcare!!), along with a growing private practice. My mom is in NY as is most of my extended family, and my brother is only a 1.5 hour train ride from NYC.
I left my secure job, my family, and my friends, to move to Atlanta this summer. And while the above reasons were the foundation for why we came, I couldn’t have followed through without the deeper motivation which lied beneath. And that was: I wanted to take the risk of breaking out of comfort and security that I likely should have taken years ago.
In the epilogue of my second book on self-love and dating, I relate that I think if I had lived outside of the hustle and bustle of NYC as a young professional in my twenties, it would have helped me to become more grounded and gain the strength to face the emotional difficulties I was bearing. That, along with continuing with a good therapist!
As I said in my previous blog post here, I like the routine, the predictable, the familiar. That is why applying for my first dietitian job was so destabilizing for me, and that is also why I never had the gumption to step off of the path that I and my family had paved for me since I was a kid—that is, getting a good education and then pursuing a solid career in my field of choice.
I never took into consideration the possibility that my father would suddenly pass away when I was 21 (thus the nature of things that are sudden and traumatic), and when it happened, I didn’t know how to integrate that into my preexisting plan of young adulthood.
Over time, I integrated this new reality more and more. But it took a year to finally face it, and then many more years to continue to work on the emotional repercussions (it is a lifelong process).
Moving to Atlanta represented to me that leap of faith that I deep down wanted to take in my twenties, but couldn’t since I did not have the resources, self-awareness, or emotional wherewithal.
They say everything happens for a reason, and I know I should not live in regret for not having taken that leap of faith sooner. I simply have gratitude to the journey of my twenties for bolstering the courageous decision I made this summer.
It is my hope and prayer that those finding themselves in difficult situations can find their way out. And know, that in many cases, taking the steps you need toward a better life will involve some act of faith. And just because all the pieces of the puzzle aren’t in perfect place, that doesn’t mean you can’t succeed. Listen to your heart, trust its message, and take constructive steps toward what your ideal life feels to be.