Nashville: An Affair Worth Remembering?

Dear Nashville,

It’s been too long. For a while there, we had a thing going. I showed up every six months or so. You entertained me. It was an ongoing affair to remember. But then life got in the way. All my fault. I know. I apologize. But, really, my love for you has grown. I think about you constantly and, don’t tell my hometown (or anywhere else for that matter), but I’m secretly rooting for you in Travel + Leisure’s Favorite Cities survey.

So here’s the thing. I’m returning to you in the near future. I’m even dancing around the idea of checking out some rental houses in 12South or Inglewood and making it a permanent thing. (Again, no snitching on me to NYC, please.) But what if I’ve just built you up in my mind? What if, like the ex-boyfriend I (briefly) took back, you don’t live up to my mind’s hype? That’s not possible, right?

Almost every traveler I know struggles with the internal debate of should I go somewhere new? or should I return to my favorite places? I’m pretty sure my struggle stems from fear of falling out of love with the old. It happened to me, briefly, with Boston (though the city later redeemed itself).

While I’m not doing too much advance planning, I know there’ll be a visit to The Country Music Hall of Fame and Museum’s Hank Williams exhibit. And there will be one—but just one—Goo Goo Cluster. Then we’ll see.

Love (hopefully),
Jenna

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