"You get a strange feeling when you're about to leave a place...like you'll not only miss the people you love but you'll miss the person you are now at this time and this place, because you'll never be this way ever again."

I don't think it's quite hit me yet that I said goodbye to Nashville on Sunday. Leaving the place that I came to as a naive teenager and leaving as what I would consider an adult is a weird feeling. I've been looking forward to going home for so long that I didn't really think about that leaving would feel like.

A lot of people used to ask me what brought me to Nashville, and I wish I could say it was something other than my silly little heart, but that was it. I followed it to a city that I had only spent 48 hours in, and I ended up making it home for the last 8 years. I went through heartbreak and loss in this city. I met people who became my family. I lost friends. I gained friends that can't get rid of my even if they tried. I worked at Hard Rock Cafe and got to meet musicians, see shows, and teach people all about the city I had grown to love. I climbed fences. I threw parties. I rode horses. I demolished a house. I survived a flood. I fell in love and maintained a long distance relationship for a year. I lived in a barn. I was a groupie.I worked at a farm. I saw countless friends get married. I partied a bit. I studied a lot.  I started a business. I worked my ass off and not only got into nursing school, but graduated from it. All in all, I have experienced a life that I wouldn't trade for anything in this city, and I can truly say that Nashville will always hold a special place in my heart.

And here I go, following my heart once again, back home to my family, my best friend, and the only place that has ever truly been home to me.

Nashville, thank you for welcoming me with open arms. Thank you for showing me what southern hospitality was all about. Thank you for the friends I've gained for life, and thank you for being so wonderful to me over these last eight years.