The Day I Traded NYC for Nashville

One year ago today I did the unthinkable. I boarded a plane and left the city I thought I’d never leave. Saying goodbye to a home I spent a decade pickling in with pleasure. The brine of New York city is strong. It changed every molecule in my DNA.

I remember sitting in our 700 sq ft apartment, belongings teetering from every angle. The skin of my thighs stuck to the floor in the hot mouth of dwindling days of August. My ukulele on my lap. Confirming my flight to Nashville.

This would be one of the hardest years I can remember. A year that stripped me down and bleached my bones white with loneliness and doubt. It has also been a year of the heady perfume of possibility. Exquisite sparks of hope and inspiration popped up like an overheated game of whack-a-mole at my beloved Coney Island.

A decade in New York feels like it was a fever dream. Sometimes my heart lurches with longing when I recognize that the city I pined for is no longer mine. But to not fear. Although it shrivels in sadness a little bit when I remember the past, it seems to thankfully breathe in the new hope in my life when I look to the future.

Thank you, Nashville. For keeping me. For showing me what I can bear. For giving me fresh air and possibility and cheap beer and good food. For reuniting me with creativity and sailing astride a bike in the summer. For summer peaches and strawberries and tomatoes. For “yes, ma’am” and “no, sir”. For kayaking on the Cumberland. For my house. For my home. For everything you are. Thank you.