In May of 2005 I moved from Los Angeles to Atlanta. There were two really awesome things about the move. First, my monthly rent went from $955 a month to $545 a month. Not bad saving $510 by just moving - that's a 53% savings.The other thing: on May 9, 2005 I filled up fuel in Glendora, CA for $2.539. Just 10 days later on May 19, 2005 I filled up for $1.959 in Alpharetta, GA. That's a 23% savings!
Fast-forward three years and a few months. I get a call from my friend Pat who lives in Nasvhile. "Hey man, is Atlanta out of gas." I tell him, no, and he proceeds to tell me that Nashville is out and that they are saying Atlanta is too.
Well Pat is now Nostradamus in my book. In a practical sense, Atlanta is out of fuel. Not only that, but I checked out GasBuddy.com and we now have the 2nd highest fuel costs behind only Hawaii. That's right. Los Angeles, San Francisco, even Anchorage now have lower fuel prices than Atlanta.
It's like overnight we became a third world country. People are freaking out. Fuel lines are 1/4 of mile down the road. People are waiting hours for fuel. Fuel stations are closed. Fuel tankers are being followed from the freeway to the fuel stations. It's crazy.
And I love it...
...That's right. I love it. Now I probably wouldn't love it as much if a.) I didn't have a flexible job that lets me work from home, and b.) everything I did wasn't within a 1.5 mile radius. But nevertheless I love it.
I don't know, but it's weird. It is like when things like this happen there is a sense of panic, but there is also a sense of comradery as well. It's like a big city gets a whole lot smaller. It reminds us that we are vulnerable and not as in control as we think we are.
It's strange how inconvenience does that to us.
Well I have a quarter of a tank of fuel and I am hoping it lasts me a week (it probably will). If you don't hear from me, it means I have died of dehydration and malnutrition while waiting in a fuel line. Who knew moving to Atlanta would be the end of me. It was great knowing all of you.






