• Single in Music City: Adventures in dating

    Prior to moving to Nashville, I was single for four years. As in, I went FOUR years without going on a date. Mostly because I’m so tired of it. But also, the pool of available men where I lived was like a puddle in July. If anyone could bring art to life via the gif below, it’s me: The entire concept is so annoying. But, in order to meet someone, it’s a necessary evil. I thought when I moved to a city with approximately 1.6 million people, dating would be…easier? Strike that…meeting men would be easier – is the better way to phrase that. I joined a gym. No one…

  • I knew living in Music City would be dangerous.

    I knew that when I moved to Nashville, it could potentially be dangerous for me.┬áBut I don’t think I knew how dangerous… I’m not talking about the shootings, robbery, or other crime that happens across the city. I’m talking about concerts. I live in Music City. The heart of country music. A still up and coming city with an abundance of live entertainment options. And according to my wallet, I’ve been taking advantage of this option. This week, I was looking at my account balance and was so proud of myself to have a little extra after paying all the bills. I was thinking that I could throw that money…

  • Six months

    Today marks six months of living in Nashville. Or…six months of NOT living back home. Six months of living 8 hours from all I’ve known. SIX months. That’s a half of a year, in case you didn’t do the math. It’s been a great six months. I would appreciate it staying at this momentum. Life as I know it… Church: I’ve found a church that I really enjoy. From the moment I walked in, I felt comfortable, so I stayed. I’ve started serving a few different places. I help backstage occasionally. What does that mean? I’m the person rolling the big TV out on stage and trying to be invisible…

  • New friend fail.

    I feel pressure, most days, to write something meaningful and important on this blog. Something thought provoking and intelligent. I think I’m going to just give up on that and just write about…well, anything. So today, you’re treated to a story about this guy I met. Let’s call him, “Jess.” I have no fear that he will find this because I’m pretty sure he doesn’t even know my last name – how in the world would he find a blog? So I met Jess recently while out with the girls. He seemed very nice. He’s from the NE and has a thick accent. He’s a good looking, Italian guy. Sounds…

  • A weekend I’ve waited for

    Happy Monday! I hope you all had a good weekend! Obviously, from the title of this blog, I did! Since I’ve moved to Nashville, I’ve been waiting for a weekend that felt like it was any other weekend. I know that doesn’t make sense so let me try to help… Think about your weekends. Do you feel at home at whatever you’re doing? Like it’s just normal to be doing whatever you’re doing, whether it’s going out with friends or even if it’s just staying on the couch all day? That’s what I’ve been looking for. For a weekend where everything felt like normal life. And this weekend was that.…