In Weston, Florida.
In two weeks I’ve moved everything into storage, stood next to my cousin as she married a wonderful man, packed up for two weeks and flew to Minneapolis.
I talked about my new job (a promotion! in January!) and ate delicious dinners (foam! and steak! and tiny things that tasted good). I learned and engaged, and I raced on adult tricycles and drank good wine.
Then I flew, MSP-BNA, and I made a chance decision to have dinner at the bar, rather than the restaurant. I drank whiskey and listened to live music and connected. I took a trolley and I ate at the farm house and I rocked out to Dierks and I stayed up too late singing country and drinking bud light.
I was this close to country stars I admire, and more importantly, to people I like but don’t get to see as much as I would like. I fell deeply for Nashville. And then I flew to Florida.
And now I am wrapping up a two week, three state tour - I’m excited to be going home, but am excited once more for this travel life. It isn’t forever, and sometimes it’s amazing. Toronto, I hope you’re ready for me.