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I keep thinking about the potential move to Atlanta. I've said, "Yes. I'm willing to move, but I hate the thought of the "move." There's all the "stuff" to deal with. I roll my eyes at the thought of it ... it does provide me with an excuse to clean out the physical clutter in my life. I have no deep, meaningful, emotional relationships here, so as far as that goes it's clean and tidy. Perhaps what I need is a deep, meaningful, emotional relationship to provide me with some direction. Maybe it's in Atlanta waiting me.