TBT

I started out on this adventure not knowing what was going to happen. I literally moved without having a place to move into right away. Now that I am thinking back on the entire thought process I was completely crazy. All I could think about was, well I take it back I wasn’t thinking about anything. If you would allow me to walk you through the first 36 hours of me being in Nashville, you might then understand the insanity of this all. I stroll into Nashville around 7pm or so on Sunday night. I had been traveling the last 2 days from Florida, and I didn’t even think much about the fact that my life was about to change forever. I took a shower and crawled into my cousin’s bed, and from there I fell asleep so fast. I woke up the next morning around 6am to get ready for my first day at my new job I moved to Nashville for.

The first day was great! They took us out to lunch and from the first day I knew I would love the job. The people made everything a little easier and that is initially what kept me there. After work I planned it out where I would go meet my new roommate and see the place. When I was walking back to my car that is when I started to feel kind of sick. I started driving and I thought, “Dear Lord, please do not let me blow chunks until I get back to my cousin’s place where I can hide away!”.  I met my future roommate and during the time of me walking around and seeing the 750-square foot duplex and just meeting her all I could think about was if I did not leave in the next 30 seconds nothing good was going to happen next.

So, I got back in my car and made my way back. It was a good 20-minute drive. No friend of mine, the it highways of Nashville. I make it back! I head upstairs where my cousin’s roommate stops to ask me if I wanted to go get drinks with her and some friends. I gracefully and rather quickly declined and ran into the bathroom where I barely made the target to vomit in the toilet.

Moving to a brand-new place on your own is not easy, but it is so worth it. You are never able to measure the amounts of growth you are going to have. That is why it’s called a leap of faith.

Almost 9 months has gone by now, and I am forever grateful that I have seemed to only manage to vomit one other time. Which so happened to be on my birthday, but that is another story for another day.

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