I can’t remember when I moved to Atlanta exactly, but I do remember what it was like and why I moved.

I’ve seen Atlanta go from A-town to Hotlanta, ATL, and now, The A.  Through each change, the city evolved.  The neighborhoods, the people that live here, the sports franchises, even the culture.  Regardless, I love what the city has become (mostly).

I moved to Atlanta because of two things. My mom, and what was seemingly a career opportunity. I had some friends and family that lived here, and they encouraged the transition. Under those circumstances, I moved from a career with reputable consumer technology and telecommunications company, to what eventually amounted to a job.

That being said, I do not live with regrets. God led me to Atlanta for various reasons (including the aforementioned). Since then, I’ve met some great people that have inspired me.  Some directly, others indirectly. Nevertheless, I’ve grown so much emotionally, spiritually and mentally since I’ve been here.

Meanwhile, during the period of time I can’t remember, I struggled to find my way. I didn’t know a ton of people, and I had left all I knew. The security blanket I once had was gone.  Truly investing in replanting my roots (and all that encompasses) was not the business I wanted to be a part of.

Shortly after I moved to Atlanta, I realized I’m one of the crazy ones foolish enough to believe I can change the world. Up to the present time, I’ve progressed in my purpose and quickly found fertile ground in which to plant my seeds.