On the heels of an incredible four-day, four-night trip back west to California, I figured now was probably as good a time as ever to update y’all on the latest and greatest goings-on. And boy, there’s been a lot that has gone on!
I’d like to say that I’m finally getting around to writing this because it is, quite literally, the 4th of July, but saying so just wouldn’t be truthful. I’m writing it because a dear friend of mine (again) quite literally brings up the subject of this post almost every. single. time that we hop on the phone to catch up.
“When are you going to write about Vermont?”
“Can’t think of anything to write? How about Vermont?”
“That Vermont post is long overdue.”
I heard ya, girlfriend (just a year and some late). Corinne, this one’s for you!
Whenever I’m feeling uninspired and empty of the will to write, reading the words that other writers have strung together is typically what pushes me out of the rut. Whether perfect or imperfect, relative or not, these articles and blog posts and books always end up reminding me why I love to write in the first place —
In a writer’s simplest story, shortest poem, most basic self-help article… there is, at the very least, someone who might find exactly what they’ve been looking for. I’ve been that ‘someone’ on more than one occasion.
This year’s summer solstice brought with it not only the official kick-off for the summer season and a long-a** day but the desire to get really real with y’all about this here blog of mine.
So here we go.
How? How has it already been a year?! I’m no expert on time, but I’m damn-near certain it’s not supposed to move this quickly.
Rather than get all soft and sentimental about what have easily been the most formative twelve months of my life, I’m instead going to break down this last year into a list of my proudest accomplishments in Nashville so far. If sappy is what you’re looking for, however, worry not. I’ve got plenty of posts in the archive to curb your craving for emotion. Like this old one reflecting on my big move to Tennessee, or this recent one thanking my apartment for being the best temporary home. (Yes, I wrote a love letter to my downtown studio apartment. No, judgment isn’t welcome here.)
So keep chugging along for a relatable and hopefully inspiring reflection on my first year away from the comforts and ease of home. Warning, it’s a long one.
Marissa Nicole 