So, after much debate and talking it over until my voice is hoarse I have decided to move back to Nashville. When Rachel moved out it left me with a big decision and forced me to really be honest about what I want. The truth is, I want Nashville. I love New York and think it is an amazing city and I am so glad I got to experience it. Some of my favorite memories will always be there: being feet away from the Statue of liberty and feeling the ocean air with Cory after I saw him play on the showboat, going to Lakeside and two-stepping all night, staying at the Rubalad party and seeing the sun come up with Rachel after being locked out of my sister’s, the first night Cory, Rachel, and I went out after we moved into Carroll St, eating Gray’s Papaya, going to Beacon’s closet Christmas Party dressed in my Tuxedo and then out with our good friend Joel and face-planting in front of the door at the end of it all, taking a taxi home by myself one crazy night after I lost Rachel and seeing all of Manhattan and feeling the energy and independence of life more than ever before, Valentines Day in Little Italy, seeing Cory and Justin play at Maxwells, going to Jem’s studio and listening to her new album with so many good friends, being on roof tops, running around China Town, countless nights at the Levy, these things are adventures and experiences I am grateful for.

Aside from those isolated nights though, it has not been a cake-walk. I had a great job, lost it, and was unemployed and trying to scrape by on tiny free-lance jobs for months. Life was in constant turmoil and no matter how hard I tried to rise above it the chaos would suck me back down. Of course I can’t help feeling like things could have gone differently if I had been smarter or made different choices. A big part of it was living in a bad location, another part was bad timing economically, and then there was missing the people I love, feeling exhausted by the day to day grind, the list goes on… At the end of the day I think I am more suited for the quality and pace of life in the South. We are trying to get out of our lease in Crown Heights and in the mean time I am already planning to move home regardless on the 17th. 8 months ago I had so much hope for what life in New York could be. I spent what I thought would be my last month in Nashville totally happy and looking completely forward. In the midst of that Cory appeared out of no where and stopped me in my in my tracks. In the weeks before I moved I fell completely in love with him and with Nashville all over again. It was so bittersweet to leave and I will never forget how he literally single-handedly moved me to New York. Everything was so open and the city and life seemed so full of possibilities. I would never have believed that we would fast forward to May and before the month is over we are going to make the same drive we did in September heading South. It’s crazy now 8 months later how much has changed. I feel like I am a completely different person. So many people thought that Rachel and I would be back in a month with our tails between our legs and we were so determined to make things work despite the odds. This blog and the ebay store were our way of taking control of our lives and making our own chance when no one would give us one. I am proud of what she and I have accomplished but I am not sure what Brooklyn Y’all will be when all the dust settles. I do know that Rachel and I want to keep connected and work it out. I will forever be thankful for the way Brooklyn opened my eyes to how much I took for granted in Nashville. New York is a great place to be lonely. The city gives no handouts and takes no excuses and forces you to ask, “what am I doing,” and “what do I want?” every single day. I don’t have a straight answer for either of those questions yet but I feel like they are somewhere in me and in beautiful Tennessee. I’m coming home.