Yesterday, I cried. I found out that my family couldn’t come for a visit in July that we had been planning for. So, I cried, I wanted my sisters to come see my home and our new “home-city.” For them to see all that I have tried to describe to them… Granted, I can visit them, but somehow its not the same.
Visiting Nashville is like going to a party where all your friends are and then you see an ex. I am going to love seeing everyone, but its going to feel awkward being there, in a place I used to call home, thats not home anymore.
Its not what I wanted or thought would happen, but I will get to see my sisters and that is the most important thing! If only there was a direct flight from Nashville to Portland, this would be a whole lot F****** easier…
Westward I go 