The Day We [Sorta] Became Nashvillians

Fried chicken and waffles from Pepperfire.

Salted vanilla macaron from Barista Parlor.

Free (!) show at Mercy Lounge : The Cardboard Kids.

I do not recommend giving yourself just 3 days to find a place to live in a new city. Actually, do it. But don't even think that it's going to be fun or easy. It's exhilarating but it's frustrating. If you make the time to hang out you will just be thinking, "Why hasn't Mark from Blah-Blah-Blah Property Management called us back?!"

I got into Nashville after an early morning flight from Dallas, after a red eye flight (which left Seattle at 11pm) in which I slept for about 3 hours. I was tired but I was fired up. Somehow stress and excitement take over the need for sleeping or eating. Nashville is an interesting town. Much like Tacoma there are good parts and bad parts in every neighborhood. There's a little bit of "wrong side of the tracks" here and there but you've really go to see each listing and drive around the neighborhood before you consider calling about it. 

The second day in Nashville was warm and sunny and we had much more success. We saw some terrible homes. Just, awful. All the searching made us realize that we really want is: 

Something in a good, quiet neighborhood where I will feel safe when Dan is touring.

A place with ample space for guests but not necessarily a 3rd bathroom.

A place close to the people we know (including my sister) in East Nashville.

.... and we think we found it! A 2 bedroom, 2.5 bath townhouse in a quiet part of town just 6 miles from my sister and 2 miles from the airport. So, we went for it ... but we didn't hear back that night.

The new place!

The Crying Wolf in East Nash.

On the third day we came to an agreement with Mark, wired half of our savings from the West Coast to the South and picked up the keys! We spent our evening planning out where our furniture would go - which is, seriously, one of my favorite things to do. (I always wanted to be an interior decorator). We slept on the floor that night and I left at dawn to catch a flight home. 

Dan's staying for 2 weeks to record an album with his band so they'll be living at the house. I'm home, selling furniture and finishing up my job. We just keep saying, "It's really happening" as though we can't believe it - even though this was our plan all along. Dan and I are both big picture people. We often get ourselves into crazy situations because we don't think about the details or the emotional roller coaster we are putting ourselves on. Well, hop on! It's really happening. We're moving to Nashville! I guess we sorta live in Nashville!