I'm moving.
I'm finally getting out of this place. How long have I been threatening to do it? A really long time. No, I haven't decided to pick up everything and move to Sweden or Germany. Nor did I get any glowing reviews of Austin that made me decide to U-haul my ass out that way. But I did fall in love with a new city, a city that I had maybe briefly considered, but never really thought I would consider as a new destination.
I'm moving to Tennesse, you guys. I'm moving my happy ass to Nashville.
I don't know why I never really considered the city seriously before my friends convinced me to go down there this past May. I mean, yeah, I had thought of it hypothetically, the way I thought of Austin hypothetically, but I didn't know anything about Nashville except country music. Well, let me tell you: there is SO much more to that great southern city than the CMAs (though those DO snarl traffic and annoy locals every year -- but, you know, also boost the economy, and do good for the city too, I'm sure). It's not a major sports market, not like the one that I currently live in, and care nothing for. But there are major league teams. There are a lot of young people (which was always my fear if I had to move to Florida to live with family). Colleges (and good ones, too) abound if I ever decided on that advanced degree. There's land, there are trees, there is space. There are shopping malls too, and chain restaurants. God, there are even hipsters if I ever get a nostalgic craving...
(Unfinished post written November 2012 and found October 2013.)
