I survived!

I have officially been in Georgia for one week. I am doing an internship with a PR firm in downtown Atlanta for the summer. I am so excited to be back to my "home". I use quotes only because my family doesn't like that I consider Georgia my home now. I have loved every minute of this week. Yes, even the hour I spend on the road, in traffic to get to the office. Now for my adventures for the week, starting on Saturday, my travel day.

Saturday May 10th: My dear brother Mike woke up at 3:30 a.m., yes there is a 3:30 at that hour as well, and drove me to Vegas so that I could catch my 7:00 flight to Dallas. That leg of the trip was pretty uneventful, expect for the realization that siblings really do turn out the same and some personality traits are inherited. For instance: Mike and I both have serious road rage, we have to control ourselves not to actually follow people and beat them with a stick. Anyway I digress, when we got to the airport I was concerned that one of my bags would be over the limit, turns out it was by five pounds, after some minor adjusting I got my bags send off into the black hole that somehow gets them onto the correct plane. I only had about a 20 minute wait in the security line and I was off. I got to the gate only about 20 minutes before boarding. Now comes the exciting part. We board, pretty standard, the plane is full the pilot gets on and says that we were going to be able to take off early and that he would be moving to the runway. Well we get to the runway and sit there for about five minutes when the pilot comes on the intercom again and says that the light that indicates that some function is working properly is not working and they can't figure out why so we have to go back to gate. Meanwhile I am sitting in the middle sit about six inches short of room to be comfortable. We go back to the gate and sit there for about an hour. That's right folks, the plane that was on track to leave early actually left one hour late. YAY! Well I pass out on the flight after we finally get in the air and the next thing I know is that we are landing in Dallas. We touch down right as my flight to Atlanta is scheduled to start boarding. Well the pilot takes his sweet time getting to the gate, I book it off the plane and down the terminal (lucky for me my connecting flight was in the same terminal); however, this is still not enough as I rush to my gate I see that the doors are closed. I missed boarding by three minutes. I was a little miffed. However, because they knew that my flight from Vegas was late they had already rescheduled me to the next flight leaving in an hour. Totally fine with that. In fact, I was upgraded to first class for my flight to Atlanta. That's right peasants. I have crossed the curtain. I was in heaven. I had so much room I probably could have learned to ballroom dance on that flight. Although I did feel a bit like a child because everyone around me was a business man or woman in their mid thirties or older. I should have thought to bring a coloring book. When I landed in Atlanta my baggage had apparently been able to make the first connecting flight because it was already there waiting for me, which was fantastic because then I didn't have to wait for them to unload it. I was then greeting by Melysa. The wonder lady who is letting me live in her house for three months. It was so good to see her and Chris and the kids. Nothing brings me joy like being called Aunt J by their kids.

Sunday May 11th: Nothing special other than going to church in Canton. I am planning on going to the YSA ward while I am here but I figured with it being Mother's Day that I should go to the family ward with Melysa. It's way different going to church in a ward that you once served in as a missionary. Especially when there are missionaries in the ward. We then had a wonderful dinner and played until bedtime.

Monday May 12th: My first day. Oh I was so nervous. Melysa was kind enough to wake up early and take me to get my rental car (a Dodge Charger) that morning and then I made my first trek to the city. With the help of a GPS I was able to quickly find the office and the traffic wasn't too terribly bad. That day was such a blur. All I remember is meeting the people I would be working for and my co-workers and that is all. They are all pretty great, very smart and a bit intimidating. I was so overwhelmed by everything I could hardly take it all in. By 5:30 that afternoon I felt like my brain was going to explode. When I got home I was just a few months in a grave short of being a zombie.

Tuesday May 13th: My alarm goes off at 5:30 am, yes I was shocked to realize that there was one of those. I do my morning routine and I am out the door by 7. Holy early. This time I took a different path just to see how it would work. Pretty much the same. I got to the office at about 8:25. This day was hard simply because it was the nine year anniversary of my mom's death and I wasn't near family. I was kind of lethargic all day. I will never cease to be amazed at how much it still hurts. People say that it gets easier with time but those people lie. It's been nine years and I can still remember every detail of that morning. The days after are a little fuzzy but that morning is as clear as if it happened yesterday. As is the pain and the missing her. I still catch myself thinking "Oh I need to call and talk to mom about..." only to remember that I can't. So it was a rough day. Remember how I told you that Chris and Melysa were amazing? Yeah well when I got home they had bought me a vase full of flowers, they were sitting on my nightstand and they made my heart smile.

Wednesday - Friday: I will not bore you with the details but lets just say that my head is no longer going to explode it has been mending itself since about Wed at 9 am. Constantly training and learning new things and then doing them on my own. Oh my goodness I have never felt more inadequate than I do right now. Let me just say that school does nothing to prepare you for the real world and a career. All I am really paying for is just a piece of paper saying that I am "qualified" to do something. Kind of a waste, but whatever, I am so close to having that paper so I won't stop now.

Saturday May 17th: Slept in until 7 am then started the day with a bit of job applications and then ran errands with Chris and Melysa. It was fairly uneventful but good in that I was able to relax a little after a pretty intense week.

I say that I survived because it was touch and go there for a couple days. I am so glad to be here. While the next three months are going to be super hard, I know that they will be worth every hardship. As I write this I can hear Chris singing to James Blunt in the basement and I can't help but that I wouldn't want to be anywhere else on the planet at this time. I am meant to be here and I am so excited for the journey to continue. I will be continuing these weekly updates, don't worry I won't do the daily play-by-play but you know me they will be fairly lengthy.