I'll admit, when I typed that title, I immediately thought of Tesla. But this post is about something very, very different.
Friday night I went out with a friend of mine to the bar/restaurant around the corner from my house. This particular friend has always had a "sixth sense" about things, and when I'm around her, I'm more apt to discover "signs" that I probably wouldn't normally put together.
Lately the biggest question in my life has been whether I'm going to eventually go back to Georgia. The last six months have been pretty crappy, because I'm in a new place, where I have yet to really meet anyone, and all I really have is work. Work folks are nice enough for 9-5, but don't really offer me any possibilities for after work excitement. The abrupt movement from having people to hang out with any time I wanted to having no one around and nothing to do really wreaked havoc on me.
In addition to the changes to my lifestyle since I moved here, I started seeing someone in Georgia. I don't really know how it happened, other than the fact that I spent an awful lot of time with him in the last month prior to leaving, and perhaps somehow I started thinking of him more as a relationship prospect than just a friend in order to keep a tie to the city I'd grown to love. I feel kind of bad, because I feel like I unintentionally moved us into this realm and didn't really give him an option, but as far as I can tell he hasn't really been fighting it since then. I stay with him everytime I go back to Georgia, and he invited me to go to Thanksgiving with him (so I wouldn't be alone here, it was NOT a show of solidarity in the relationship because it was FAR too fresh for that). My feelings for him since have deepened considerably despite the distance. He has become a major factor in my potential move.
Back to Friday night... I was talking to my friend about this guy, and several things occurred to me at once. The Atlanta Hawks were playing on all the TVs, R.E.M. was playing over the speakers, and I found out that the man sitting behind me shared the same name as my Georgia man.
Ok, so it's not an angelic command to move back or anything, but it was weird how it all happened at once. While skeptical, I wanted to think it meant something good, and my friend commented, "Well, it certainly didn't say 'You should be with Brandon'". [former "boyfriend" that I'd sadly fallen for pretty badly who only comes around when he needs something]
I don't know what to do, and I'm definitely scared I'm gonna make the wrong choice. But is there really a wrong choice right now? Let's hope I passed the bar exam. Could be best for my career AND my love life.
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