Today marks 8 years in Nashville. 🫠
The first 7.5 were DRY. Despite the career and personal growth that’s taken place, I’ve been itching like a crackhead to get out of the confederate south and back to sunny LA.
But over the last 6 months, I’ve started to understand why I never felt the full release to leave. Something is shifting here… a sort of Black renaissance, if you will.
My eyes were opened with the Kinfolk Writers Camp I helped organize in June, seemingly the first of its kind in Nashville (which still blows my mind). The Cookout Nashville cemented it: the creatives and industry professionals are here, we just need the right platforms to come together.
They say the number 8 represents new beginnings. I’m holding onto that, as I can see some really cool things on the horizon… and my personal comfort cannot come before the greater good.
So while I’m still not in love with the town (especially under the current administration), I think I’ll hang around a little longer to see what unfolds.
