Lately I’ve been thinking a lot about the different paths people take in their lives and how they end up where they are. When I was in college, it seemed that everyone I was around was from here and on a similar path that I was. Even after I graduated, it seemed that I was still surrounded by people who were from here and doing the exact same thing I was doing. Then people started to move off, people moved back, I met new people, I started hanging out with different circles of friends, and before too long I had surrounded myself with all sorts of wonderful people from a lot of different backgrounds who have done a lot of different things. In fact the majority of my friends now aren’t from Nashville. I have friends from Memphis, Mississippi, California, Illinois, Ohio, Knoxville, Georgia, etc. I actually joke when meeting new people that I’m one of the few people you’ll meet in Nashville who are actually from here.
While I’m not knocking the path I’ve taken and/or where I’m at in my life, I just wonder if I’ve missed out a little. I know that because I moved around a lot when I was younger I’ve been hesitant pull up the roots I’ve established and go forth into the world and see what is out there. Sometimes though the idea of moving away to a new city sounds like a wonderful adventure.
Perhaps somewhere out on the West Coast where it doesn’t ever rain.
