You know, after spending over a decade in the multifamily industry, you'd think I'd have this whole moving thing figured out by now. But here I am, at 40, sitting on my white sectional with cardboard boxes stacked like monuments to my restlessness...
my laptop balanced precariously on the coffee table, and my pitbull giving me that look that says, "Really? Again?"
This isn't my first rodeo. Born and raised in Virginia, I thought I had life mapped out until the DC Metro area called my name. That move—leaving everything familiar behind was the catalyst that shaped not just my career, but who I am as a person. The challenges, the growth, the professional victories and personal struggles in that concrete jungle taught me resilience I didn't know I possessed.
After years in the DC hustle, I made the leap to North Carolina a year ago, thinking maybe I'd finally found my rhythm. The slower pace, the charm, the space to breathe it all felt right. But life has a funny way of keeping you humble. Now, with my partner by my side and our four-legged family member supervising the chaos, we're packing up again. This time, Georgia is calling.
The multifamily industry taught me that spaces are just structures until life fills them with purpose and love. Being a Black gay man in real estate hasn't always been easy. There were moments when I questioned whether I belonged in boardrooms or if my voice would be heard. But every move, every transition, every "starting over" moment from Virginia to DC, DC to North Carolina, and now North Carolina to Georgia reinforced something: authenticity isn't a luxury, it's survival.
So as I tape up another box and wonder if I'm crazy for doing this again, I'm choosing to see it differently. Georgia isn't just another destination. It's another chapter in a story that's uniquely mine, written by someone who learned that home is wherever you have the courage to be yourself.