It’s a 10 year town. 10 years ago, I packed up the u-haul with a dream and a healthy dose of delusion, moved into a Craigslist place with two roommates I didn’t know, and hustled to get into any writing room I could. 10 years later, I’m still driving circles around this town. Today this dream looks a lot different than the one I packed up with. A lot of miracles and a lot more lessons than I cared to learn, but it has a pretty patina that makes it mine. I want to give my younger self a hug and say “Brace yourself, bitch. It’s gonna get weird but you’re gonna be so proud.” Everything in my bones says this next decade will look even more different. Happier, untethered and more lived in. I’m excited to know her. Happy ten years, Nashville.