12.01.2014

The Goldrush is Moving East.

I've been neglecting Goldrush lately. 

I suppose you could say I've been distracted...too distracted to officially announce the VERY REASON I've been distracted.


The activities stealing my attention from Goldrush INCLUDE:
sorting everything I own and putting the keepers into boxes,
selling the other 3/4 of my belongings on craigslist, 
quitting my job,
& saying goodbye to my friends in Los Angeles
BECAUSE...

I'm moving to Nashville.

Last day at the bikini factory...Cake said, "Good Luck in Nashville."  
My co-workers were convinced I'm going to Nashville to perform at The Grand Olde Opry. 
I let them believe it.
Here's the story:

The origin of this idea came in August when my friend Kasey, who lives in Nashville, and I were discussing a business venture over the phone.  We'd been talking about it for months, but there was no real reason for us to be in the same city to pursue it. During this particular call, Kasey told me about an entrepreneurial course in which she planned to enroll. She wished I could be in Nashville to take the course with her.  Kasey said this in passing, with no real hope that I would be able to join her for the class; but instead of dismissing the statement, I replied, "Well, maybe I could be..."

I've felt detached from Los Angeles since my road trip last year.  I've tried to dive back in, but my heart has not followed. I've subconsciously been trying to leave all year. I've dated men from other cities, with an underlying motivation of having a ticket out of LA. I've skimmed the surface of community, not planning parties or get-togethers like the normal Trishawna does.  I've been living in Los Angeles half-heartedly, and that is not how I want to live.

When the idea of Nashville came up in August, I was afraid of losing ground on debtbusting.  I didn't want to leave my stable job nor my debtbusting side projects and go back on my word about becoming debt-free. 

On the flip side, I knew the lower cost of living in Nashville might make my dreams more attainable.  I was ready to move to a smaller city, one in which I could see myself settling down. Although I had loved LA for most of the years I was there, I was over it. 

The original idea was to go for three months to take the entrepreneurial course, but the more the I thought about it, the more I just wanted to make the leap. I had only spent 24 hours in the city, so I took a trip to Nashville at the end of October in order to make a sound decision. On the 2nd day of my visit, I purchased tickets to a March 2015 show at the Ryman, one of Nashville's legendary music venues. This "investment in the future" was a good sign I was going to move there. I told Kasey I was either moving to Nashville, or she and her fianc√© were going to have a very nice date night on me.

I was steeped in peace while I was in Nashville, and I knew I was moving there before I returned to Los Angeles. On my last night in Nashville a friend asked, "Are you excited to go back to LA?"
"No," I said flatly, "I want to stay here."
Mind you, at that moment I was in a music venue where a banjo* was playing, which really gave Nashville an unfair advantage. 

The tricky part was timing. I wanted to drive out of LA in time to be in Nebraska with my family for Thanksgiving. When I arrived back in LA, I had only 2.5 weeks to quit my job, pack up, and say goodbye. To make things more difficult, I decided to only bring my hatchback home with me, so I also had to sell 3/4 of what I owned.
My niece: Trishawna, this is for you.
Me: Is that me? What am I doing in this picture?
My niece: That's you selling all your stuff.
Me: Very accurate drawing, lil miss.
(Her drawing of "stuff" looks a little like a flying monkey from the Wizard of Oz. I can honestly say it feels good to have that monkey off my back.)
If you are a friend or family member, and you heard about this move for the first time via social media, I apologize. You weren't the only one. I haven't had time to tell everyone personally. It's taken me a full month to write this post because it's been such a whirlwind. 

I am currently in Nebraska, on what I am calling a writer's residency. I will officially move to Nashville at the end of December, just in time for the new year. I'm stoked to tell stories from my new home; contrary to history, this time The Goldrush is moving east.

*The banjo is my favorite instrument.  Rocking chairs at the airport and the fact Dolly Parton is a resident also give Nashville the easy win.

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