So, as some of you may have heard, I have moved out on my own and will soon be “single” again. Its quite a weird situation to be in, and I won’t go into details here, but feel like I need to at least put it out there. I am living by myself for the first time EVER, and I’m still adjusting to the idea. I imagine it will take a while to fully comprehend the situation, but for now, I am keeping busy with work and laundry.

My new place is a cute spacious duplex not far from work (a “scoot ride”, I always say) that is the top floor of an “old money” home in West Nashville. Its at least 1200 sq ft and I have the coolest downstairs neighbors. We’ve already planned a Sunday at the humane society, which I do frequently, and they get regular tickets to the Titans games, so you know I’m excited about that. I was really lucky to find this place and I’m going to make it my own. Which I’ve never done. Every action will be deliberate because I want it to be that way.

Of course there are moments of solace interlaced into this time of change, and if you desire to know that element of my experience, please email me, as it is too personal to put here. I do see this as a new start, but also know that my life is forever impacted by the past 7 years and I have no intention of forgetting that time.