I wanted to craft the most poetic see ya later, but my brain is a full on garbage pail kid, so excuse the emotions. New York Fucking City, 19 years with you. Well, with the exception of that 2.5 year open relationship I had with Berlin. But, even then we were tethered, and tethered we will forever be. The center of the universe. You are mine, and I am yours, and nothing will change that. But, a page has turned, and for some reason (unfathomable even to me) I have a longing that cannot be explained. A new space to continue creating that which is brewing. A place where I can see the stars while I take a beat. A kid maybe that mom can spoil rotten. Grass to call our own, and a pool. A pool. Nashville, I love you dearly, and I am so excited to be part of your creative community. I’m wild and ready to make some serious noise, and I promise to give you my all. And, while I’ve traveled this world over, I never bothered to lose my accent. So, you’re welcome. Goodbye for now, New York. We are definitely wiping our tears. But, I’ll literally see you next month, and the next. And, any real New Yorker knows you won’t cry for us when we’re gone. I’ll never truly leave you, but for now we turn the page and jump. I’m sure we’ll “relocate” back into your arms one day, and you’ll side eye us as only you can. ✨🗽😘