VICTORIAHASNOSECRET

I don’t speak to my mother often. Not because she wrote some daughter-hating memoir about me causing us to fall out, but because I live in Atlanta and she lives in Seoul. Two different continents… two very different time zones… this tends to make it a little harder to find a good time to call. But when I do finally get to talk to her it’s all comedy from there. One of our latest conversations had her inquiring about my recent real estate search. It went a little something like this:

Her: So, have you still been looking at condoms?
Me: Uh, what?!
Her: Condoms… have you still been looking?
Me: Um…. condos, Ma?
Her: Oh shit. Yeah, condos.
(insert laughter from both sides here)
Me: I’m going to need for you to not ever ask anybody that ever again. Okay.

I love my mother.

I don’t talk to my parents often, but not because we don’t have a good relationship. On the contrary, my parents and I actually have a great, solid relationship, but when you live in Atlanta and they live in Seoul, finding a good time for an actual phone conversation can prove difficult at times. Still, one thing I can always count on in every conversation is my Mother asking me if I’ve found a boyfriend yet. I’m sure it can’t just be mine, yours must ask you that too… right? I don’t know if she’s disappointed that I’ve been answering this question with the same”No Ma, no boyfriend yet” for the past 4 years or relieved. Although, I’m guessing it’s the former seeing as last night she came back with “Really, not even after moving to this big new city?” I then had to explain to her the logistics of living in Atlanta. Now, I’ve only been a resident since March, but so far I’ve only men I’ve come across have either been too short (now, I’m only 5′5, so if I think they’re short, then that should tell you something), gay or married. None of which, I’m interested in.

But to be honest, I’m not on the prowl anyways. I just happen to be one of the few females who actually can be happy sans-relationship. I’m still young(ish) and I have a lot of plans for myself that a man just might get in the way of. But, should one come along that is not already in a relationship, can actually see over my head, is not into men, can support himself and most importantly not get on my nerves... well, I won’t completely dismiss him either.

But until then, I’m good.

PS. Let me end by saying I am not trying to down Atlanta men, I’m sure not all of you are horizontally challenged. Nor gay. A few of you are probably even single… I just haven’t met you yet.

Thankfully I’m not one.

If I had to watch what I eat all the time and work out 5 days a week I think I’d go crazy. I’d also be failing miserably at it right now. Working a “9-5″ leaves me no interest to cook anything when I get home, so I eat fast food for pretty much every meal. Popeye’s owns me. Seriously. I did manage to get motivated for about 3 days and go to the gym. Since then though…  eh, not so much. I’m hoping the uphill walk from the parking lot to my work building constitutes as enough daily exercise to keep me from becoming a fat ass. Although, I seriously doubt it. Especially considering I only go into the office 3 days a week. The other 2 days all I have to do is roll out of bed and onto my couch. Working from home really is lovely.

So now, while I may not be a supermodel, I am in fact – SUPER!

And I’m out.

I managed to go the whole months of March & April without updating this, and for that I apologize. It makes me wonder how people manage to have jobs and blog at the same time, cause when I come home from work all I want to do is fall out on the couch and watch Friends reruns. Looking at the computer all day at work, and then coming home and looking at it some more just doesn’t appeal to me all that much… and my computer used to pretty much be my life. Sad times, sad times.

But life is good. Work is good. ATL is good.

I wasn’t sure how the transition into the “real world” was going to be, but it hasn’t been bad at all. Plus the fact that I can work from couch makes it even lovelier… and the money don’t hurt either.

I’m loving ATL too, but that’s no surprise. I’ve always enjoyed Atlanta and the abundance of things to do here. Plus the fact that the clubs here are actually clubs is a refreshing change as opposed to frat parties being held in Chili’s or at some Chinese buffet… yeah. I’m glad to finally be able to leave the life of a college student behind.

While this may not be the most interesting update, I believe it serves it’s purpose of letting you know that I am in fact not dead well. Besides, I’ve been promised that some entertainment will be going on in the comments section of this entry…

So, let the entertainment begin.

Your girl got a job. I’m moving to the city.

This whole job searching process wasn’t exactly the groove, so I’m definitely glad that it’s over.  And, after all this I ended up getting two job offers within the same company. Two! Who would’ve thunk it.

I did accept their offer for a position as a Project Specialist and pretty soon I will be on my way to ATL.

I will say that I’m glad it turned out this way.  They say everything happens for a reason, and I believe them. Being able to have these 2 months to rest and relax (read: sit on my ass) instead of jumping right into work is definitely what I needed. Plus, I’m working for whom I believe to be a great company, with great pay and great benefits.

I just hope corporate America is ready for me.

I’m tired of living in the country.

I’m tired of stepping out my door and hearing cows and roosters.

I’m tired of getting stuck behind tractors on the road.

I’m tired of worrying that my house is going to be blown away during a big storm.

I’m tired of living in small town that revolves solely around the university and football.

I’m just tired.

I need to be in a city. A city with high-rise buildings. With clubs that stay open past 2 and aren’t filled with college students. I need to be in a city with options. More than one movie theatre. More than one bowling alley. More than one mall. I need to be in a city filled with diversity.

And if for no other reason, I need to move simply for the fact that my landlord is stalking me.

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Lupe Fiasco – Intruder Alert (feat. Sarah Green)