music city.

If you haven't heard, I recently uprooted to Nashville. I wish I could say I was one of the blessed souls that came to pursue and live a musical dream; rather I'm just a girl that grew sick of a small town. An opportunity arose with a job in place and roommates pre-selected. The Universe was handing me lemons and I'll be damned if I wasn't going to make lemonade.

I think I love this city...
I haven't gotten to the nitty gritty, so I can't say for sure. The majority of people are sweeter than the teas being guzzled in every restaurant I've been to thus far, everything a gal could ask for is just a short trip away, and obviously the nightlife is something to experience. Despite being a city of 610.000 strong every place I frequent remembers my name and I'm warmly greeted upon entering, I can't really complain.

But let me confess something,
moving to a new city is a terribly disheartening experience every now and then.

Once the vacation-like novelty wears off you realize what you are; just a singular person rebuilding an entire life.

Is that a terrifying or an exhilarating thing? Both?

You may meet good people, or at least they're good until they turn bad. Get back to me on that one.
You have the chance to reinvent yourself if you so wish.
You can literally do anything you damn well please and no one is around to judge you. In a city full of so many strangers no one cares what you are or aren't doing.

A city full of strangers..

How about that.