One month ago today my daughter Isis and I arrived to Nashville. To an apartment my hubby was waiting for us in and one that would soon take on the name of the “Nash Pad.” Arriving with only what would fit in my Eclipse (note: very small car) that was also occupied by our 11 year old Chihuahua, Diamond. A moving truck would not be bringing our furniture from our house in Orlando. Only the postman will ring the bell to deliver boxes of clothes we shipped before we left. No beds, no sofa, no tv. Why would we make this kind of change in our lives?
It’s been interesting to watch reactions to this move.
Why Nashville? Must be nice to have two places to live. You must have a lot of money. You did this for your child?
What about your husband? Why not just let her go on her own? You have to let go of your daughter at some point.
What about your own life? What if nothing happens in Nashville? What if it’s all for nothing? Continue Reading