NASHVILLE UNEXPECTED.

It’s been just over a month since Stephen and I made the big move from Jacksonville to Nashville… and I’m still half in shock that we actually moved.

We’re currently sitting in a cool hip Nashville coffee shop I once sat in in 2007… when I was dating someone else.  Ok dating isn’t really the word to describe it.  Maybe, getting to know someone else.  Yeah, that sounds more accurate.  He was a soulful writer who attracted me with his way for words.  I took my words and wrote a blog entry about him and my experience in Nashville with him during that New Year’s Eve bringing in 2008 under the snow flurries… only to delete it a few weeks later when the breaking point for us was realizing, I was never going to move Nashville for him, and he wasn’t going to move to Jacksonville for me.

Now here I am… I moved to Nashville afterall… it’s definitely the last thing I ever expected.  And while the old guy I was getting to know no longer lives here, I can’t help but think how ironic it is that a main reason for our ending of getting to know each other was because I was set on staying in Jacksonville… only to… laughing at myself…. move to Nashville in 2013 after all… with another guy.  What’s that saying, when you make plans, God laughs?

I look back over my life and smirk at the little clues God drops along the way.  While I was content in the hometown I grew up in, I admit, back then on my visit to Nashville to see the guy I was getting to know, I loved the creative spirit of sitting in a rustic coffee shop with my laptop typing out my thoughts to the world.  Just this time, I’m sitting with a different guy.  Writing on a different blog.  But looking back, it was almost like a weird foreshadowing of what’s to come… only God had to rearrange a few of the leading characters in the romantic comedy of my life.  Ok, it’s hardly a comedy, but it’s definitely been full of different chapters that all lead me to my happily ever after that has led me to this moment… looking up from my screen to the guy now sitting in front of me who is looking down at his screen on the other side.

He glances up for a second and grabs a piece of his bacon, “You want a piece?”  he selflessly asks in that way he always thinks of me first.

I politely say no and think, “That’s why I married him, he’s so generous.”

And we both sip our coffee and continue on with our eyes back down on our side by side laptops typing in the midst of this average fall brisk day in Nashville.