My Lost Decade, Part II
Read: “My Lost Decade, Part I”
For years, I have questioned whether it was me or the city. I thought my own inability to create deep, intimate friendships or find a community was internal. But I noticed something curious when I traveled. When I am away from Atlanta, I am a different person. I’m curious. I’m friendly. I explore. I have fun. I make friends. You might even mistake me for extravert. Something about Atlanta didn’t bring out the best in me.
I have a lot of bad memories here. I did, after all, nickname one of my two ex-boyfriends “The Dodged Bullet.” Every job I’ve had here pushed me towards burn out. Before I got with Jason, dating was a miserable experience. And oh yeah, there’s that great big bit of financial f*ckery.
I believe the appropriate phrase to use here is “bad juju.” Atlanta holds a decade’s worth of it for me. That’s not to say life would have been roses had I moved back to New York, or moved to the Bay Area, Portland, or New Orleans when I wanted to. But it is to say that I’ve been here for the last ten years, and that time has been more miserable than not.
I think my tipping point came a few years ago when I realized I had more friends in New York City and the San Francisco Bay Area than I had in Atlanta. Those New York friends are, except for S., not people I knew in high school. I have never even lived in the Bay Area. But I felt deeper connections both to people that live there, and to the cities themselves than I did or do for where I live now. That’s when I started to question the relationship between happiness and place.
Since that revelation, I have traveled a bit both internationally and domestically. I experienced a few cities that are larger than Atlanta. I experienced cities that are smaller than (or roughly the same size as) than Atlanta.
I took stock of what I enjoyed about those trips, and decided what I wanted out of my next city:
- A distinct, authentic, uncommercial, un-corporate city flavor;
- Kick-ass food culture;
- Reliable transit that isn’t hamstrung by a deep urban-rural divide;
- A walkable city, or at least a large number of foot-friendly neighborhoods;
- A visible art scene, preferably with high-quality museums and strong public funding;
- Liberal or progressive politics and policies;
- Racial and ethnic diversity and an integrated cultural experience;
- A plethora of opportunities in my current career, as well as opportunities to try a new path.
- Close to a coast, but a sexy lake shore will do
Bonus points for year-round warm weather and outdoor recreation. I don’t swim, hike, run, or bike on a regular basis, but I like knowing that it’s there.
That’s what I enjoyed most about the cities I visited. That’s what I want my every day to look like.
Next: My Lost Decade, Part III
