I’ve been living in Atlanta for a year now, and there are things I love, and There are things that I don’t. It’s not a terrible city. Compared to what I’m used too, Atlanta is the best, and I will tell you why.
I was born in Atlanta, but I was pretty much raised in a small town about 4 hours away from Atlanta. I was happy to come back and go to college here. Where I was raised was not an African American friendly city and if your someone of color you want to feel accepted in a place and not rejected because of some uncontrollable facts.
The small town never accepted who I was. One of my most significant problems’ was trying to find a job. As soon as I turned 15, I wanted a job. So I can save my money and one day travel the world and have a life away from that town. For the next six years I filled out a lot of applications and rarely got a call back. The only places I didn’t apply for in that town was Walmart and Mcdonalds. I realized later that that’s where all the black people were. I believe the community I was in was pushing me into poverty. I had friends that were working for a bail bondsman, chick-fil-la and also a doctors office. I couldn’t get a job until I moved to Atlanta. The first job I applied to hired me.
When I turned 20, I realized that I wanted a completely different life for myself. I wanted to be successful. I decided that I wanted to be a programmer and that I needed to go to school to make this happen. By the time I turned 21, I had enrolled in college. I used the money that I got from my school check to buy a computer and a car. I moved myself to Atlanta to attend a school that was a little more credible and I’ve had a few setbacks and one huge one that I’m working on setting back right now (This set back was an incident in the small town). But I’m almost to junior status, and I’m so proud of all the hard work I put in. Nothing else is going to hold me back from my goals.