For the past two and a half months I’d been wondering what it would be like to see you again. Today it happened and I felt my heart break all over again.
I still can’t believe I come home to this place, and that I’m finally calling Nashville just that - home - after wanting it for so many years. I’m meeting sooooo many people every day, and these people are amazing. I don’t know how I survived for so long outside of this city.
Being back in Nashille, in the city I intend to now call home, is…wonderful. But also weird. It’s crazy how much life and plans and emotions can change - and change a person - in a matter of less than 2 months. I’m trying so hard to force myself to let go of what kept me here the last time in order to continue to progress professionally and personally.
I’ve already met a ton of new people here in Nashville, am being approached by so many people who recognized me from being here in May (or knew me because of something else), and I’m already getting to work. I’m still trying to find a place to live temporarily while I look for an apartment, but I’m not going to let myself stress out because I know that God has my back. Plus, I’ve only been here 3 days.
My goal is to see/meet at least 8-10 people a day this first week back in Nashville. I also need to update my websites. Today I signed a contract to be represented by a new agency and I can’t wait to see what kind of work comes my way.
Before I left for this trip, I was planning on writing every day. Yeah, that didn’t happen. I wish I would’ve forced myself to do it, though. I can’t even believe I’ve been gone for 5 weeks…this time has gone by SO fast. I’ve seen so much, met so many people, eaten so much breakfast (obviously). I’ll be back in Nashville really soon and I hope I feel the same way about it when I get back as I did the day I left in June.
Six years ago today was my last day of working a “real” job. I took a huge risk and giant leap of faith when I decided to pursue photography full-time after only six months, but I’ve never once looked back or regretted it for a second.
Take a chance while you have the chance.
I’d made a separate Tumblr for this journey/adventure/trip I’m on. But I reblog everything I post here anyway, so does it even matter? I don’t know, whatever.
I’ve been gone for over three weeks now, I’ve put over 4,000 miles on my car, and I haven’t even made it to LA yet - and LA is one of my two primary destinations of this trip (the other being Nashville). It’s crazy to think about where I’ve gone, what I’ve seen, and who I’ve met in these past three weeks, again not even having gotten to LA yet. But the cheesy quote is true - it’s not about the destination, it’s the journey. I’ve met so many new people who, after hearing what this trip is about, tell me I’m inspiring them to do the same. I’m getting messages from strangers who just happen to come across me on Instagram or hear about me from one of their friends. I’m reconnecting with old friends who have been following my “life” for years and have seen me evolve and grow and take chances, especially this year. I’m realizing more and more how important PEOPLE are. And I’m going to try so hard to continue to keep in touch with the people I meet who inspire me to become a better me.
(This was a random nearly-asleep ramble.)