It occurred to me the other day that I had completely forgotten to stop and take a moment to recognize my Nashville anniversary. Things were going on here and in my home town, and I guess something as silly as the day of arrival three years ago didn’t seem so important that day.
But it is important.
It’s important that I moved here, that I struggled, that I got my heart broken into tiny little pieces and slowly picked them back up again. It’s important that I made friends and got this job and sang in coffee shops and played around with Preston in the studio. It’s important that I’ve seen Chris Thile and Dierks Bentley and Sarah Jarosz in concert, as well as some of my good friends. It’s important that sometimes I don’t care that there is “Nashville Stuff” to do and I just go see a movie instead. It’s important that I’ve learned to love food and all things kitchen related. It’s very important that I managed to fall in love again despite myself. It’s important that my best friend moved here last year and managed to shake my world up in her own special way.
It’s important because this is my home and was always meant to be. Everchanging reasons aside, this is where I’m supposed to be.
