I am often so caught up in details that I forget to mention the bigger picture. The bigger picture: Life is good. I've been living in Nashville for two months now, and I must say, I truly love this city. I have just moved to another apartment - a bigger one, one that fits into this bigger picture. It has wooden floors, an open kitchen, a masterpiece bedroom, and high, big windows with a view over Fairfax Avenue. It is close to the place where I was living before, but on the other side of 21st Avenue. That is: even more greenery, grass and children playing in the streets. This morning, I woke up at 6, prepared for school, and went for a morning run in our neighborhood. Then, I took a shower, whirled through the room as if I was a princess, choosing my clothes out of this big, open closet. Actually, it is just a one bedroom apartment. Still, it is exactly what I was looking for. It feels so spacious and light, having the whole place for myself, doing whatever I want to do, whenever I feel like doing it. I love it.
School is still quite hard, but I am getting better at it every day. In between classes, presentations and paperwork, I try to do yoga every day, taking my first official class tonight. I discovered many old school bars, vintage art fairs, and each first Saturday of the month, there is an Art Crawl through the neighborhood. Then, all galleries are open until 10:00, presenting their finest works of art while the evening falls. Last weekend, we went downtown, and listened to awesome (country) music in a random pub on Broadway. In Nashville, music is everywhere. People stroll around the streets with guitars, violins, trumpets and more – an utmost enjoyable experience. In between presidential debates and American flags, I truly start to feel as if I belong here. And that, my friend, is a pretty good feeling.
My future perspectives: a trip to New York, or two, one in October, and one in November. I'll be seeing firms in the City, friends in town. It is good to dive into every single day as a new adventure, discovering things you do not always expect, to be surprised by the differences, and very often, the similarities. Thus, my friend, life is good, here in Nashville. I wish I could show you around, one day, but one day would be way too short to describe this place called home. I do invite you over, so you can sleep in my double bed and experience the morning light shining through my big open windows, having American pancakes for breakfast or scrambled eggs with toast. For once and for all, and for now, for America.