I never saw it coming. We fell in love. Until next time can't come soon enough.
Of all the words I've sent your way, may these paint vivid, lyrical pictures for you in the way yours do for me.
I pray, feel, hope, pretend there's a chance.
Until next time, my CountryMan.❤️
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You're all the Taylor tunes. You're my most romantic story. You're CountryMan.
For now, I am not going to write to experience life, I am simply going to live. That includes allowing a trip down THE I-65 to just be a trip, not an existential crisis.
I didn't do needles then, and I don't do them now. I was and will be scared. I was and will be brave. I was and always will be me.
This is me settling for the sake of expressing at least something over nothing at all. Please remember this one kiss, the one from your first true Nashville fan.
Can we just all agree that showers are the best part of any day?
Have a wonderful Thanksgiving, Christmas, New Year, and overall holiday season!
I had no desire to go to a comedy show tonight. Something, however, kept hounding me to get out. And so, I went. And I didn't regret it.
I went. I got a feel. And to be honest, I'm not sure I know how I feel about the feels I felt. Perhaps by the end of this blog, I will have explained what went down so I can have a better idea of how I felt about it all...and so will you.
Today sucked. Thursdays aren't supposed to suck. Maybe it's the type of coffee I bought last time I went to my favorite roastery? Whatever it was, it was a bitter, unpleasant cup of Thursday that I never want to pour again.
I have a date! If you have been reading my blog, you'll know this isn't necessarily anything new. This date, however, is going to be different. I know it.
When you live in a new city, and when you're me, you have to put in a solid effort to meet people and make friends.
A rudimentary gasoline/restroom stop morphed into an experiential and notable adventure that night. or maybe I'm just being dramatic.
Dresses are fancy. Sandals are a sometimes shoe. No one carries a purse. Thick thighs will be noticed. Lotion is required. Brains tie this look together for one stunning, sexy presentation.
I have no idea what you have for me, Nashville, but I'm ready to fly. (Heads-up: this post is a lil more "deep" than the others, feel free to skip it if you wanna stick to the lighter, more entertaining stuff.)
His pictures were pretty normal. Half were of him, the other half of barely-made-it-in-the-shot pics of him on a hill or in a lake or on a boat. This said to me he liked adventure. And, honestly, he looked like every other dude on Tinder.
When a guy asks you out on a first date and takes you to what seems like a slight step above a Shakey's Pizza to make his first impression, flee the scene! Don't be like me!
Now that I'm living in Nashville, am all nice and settled in to my new place, and am ready to start living my life, preferably not alone, I hopped on the online dating boat again and all I'm catching is catfish.
Another day, another morning I had to take off to go stand in a line at the crack of dawn to be surrounded by a bunch of characters at the Nashville DMV.
Nashville is everything I imagined it to be, nothing I imagined it to be, and everything in-between. There is so much coming at me all at once that I am only able to process so much at once (I think this is called sensory overload) and it is all very new, exciting, stressful, beautiful, fascinating, and every other adjective that once could possibly cram into one sentence; it's everythingful.
My first weekend in town, despite my sleepwalking exhaustion, I decided to check out some free music festival called Live on the Green downtown (there are so many free things that happen in this city which is great as I'm pretty broke after the cross-country move). Rather than spend the same amount of money on parking … Continue reading die in an uber, live on the green
Before sharing my day-to-day stuff, I think I need to write about the stuff that happened in the last month in order to catch up to the present. I would hate myself if I didn't start from the beginning. It is also possible the most interesting stuff already happened, or more likely, I will give … Continue reading never road trip by yourself
Welcome to Nashville as seen through my lens. I'm new to Nashville, just moved here from Southern California, and write about what it is like to be me, a single lady with an overactive mental-monologuing mind...