Apparently I missed the memo about Atlanta no longer being hot for young black professionals. Maybe it was urban legend, maybe the lines of communication have been tied in knots, I don’t know, but once upon a time it was rumored that if you were young and black and wanted to be a professional, you went to Atlanta. Atlanta was the mecca for the EBP, you could be anything you wanted to be in Oz, I mean Atlanta. So while following dreams and rainbows and all of the things that go bling, I relocated to the A. A-town stay down!
Now I will say that I did find this town filled to the brim with the young and educated. Oh yes, they are here, as well as the uneducated and just plain ignorant. All of us are here, snug as a bug in a rug. How fabulous it all is, until I got over it.
So what happened to the memo I mentioned before? Ah yes the memo that I missed, I must’ve been partying or being someplace in the total opposite direction of my focus. Anyway, the memo read that “we (young black professionals) can have it all in almost any city, not just Atlanta, so let’s step outside of our comfort box and be prosperous, elsewhere.”
So I’ve whipped out my map of the United States and began throwing darts to decide where to go next….