We moved to Atlanta two months ago.

In the first eight days, it snowed twice. In Atlanta. The South. My husband found it enthralling the first time. He even got the videocam out. Second time we saw flakes floating past our windows…well, it was no longer quite so magical. (After living up North - like, Montreal, eh?- I’m not amused by frozen water. At all.)

The next month, a tornado hit the downtown and Cabbagetown areas, causing a lot of damage and thoughts of “Auntie Em! Auntie Em!” cycloning through my mind. We had been a quarter-mile north of the tornado that cut a swath of destruction through mid-Florida in 2007. You don’t forget your first “it sounded like a freight train” experience. I still get nervous if I hear a locomotive whistle in the distance.

More than one friend has mentioned that perhaps we brought some bad weather mojo with us when we uprooted our life to move here from Florida, where the sun is plenty, and so are the old people. (Don’t get me wrong… we love old people. Certain old people - who don’t act like old people - we love very much. That being said, we were smack dab in the center of a cultural black hole, so we needed to get out of there…)

We love Atlanta. We wanted to be within a day’s drive of family, but also desired a metropolitan area that offered jobs, good food, and culture. This was the city that fit all of those criteria - and more. Granted, everyone has their own idea of “jobs, good food, and culture”, but if you are looking for new things to do, eat, and experience (although perhaps not all at once…), this is the place.

So, we’re here. My honey has a job (and a blog, thankyouverymuch), and I am jobhunting relaxing and perusing the job boards. As of yet, no one wants to pay me to sit around all day. I’m still looking.

I had intended to move here fifteen years ago, and even sent a postcard to a friend telling him about the city and how much I liked it.

I guess then, that moving here now is the ultimate in procrastination.

We’ve done some exploring, which I’ll share. I have reviews, ideas, and rants. I have questions and answers. I have ideas. Lots of them. Too many.

And you’ll find it all here. And me, too.

Lost in Atlanta.