While out walking the other day, my thoughts got to grinding on the irony of moving to TN to be in proximity to Nashville, yet spending so little time inside its city limits. I’m not a full-time musician or writer, so while I love the vibe and hanging out, it’s not practical to drive into the city with any regularity, and some days that’s a thorn in my heart. So, was it worth moving to the small rural town of Fairview, TN; a place where we have no family and only a handful of acquaintances outside our neighborhood?
For me, the answer is yes. The air is crisp, and on clear nights it appears the sky is air brushed with stars. Our kids hang out with an interestingly broad range of friends and families, from bluegrass pickers to jocks to dancers, singers and of course, song writers. There is very strong sense of community and tradition, in large part, I believe, because so many families haven’t splintered to other parts of the country. In some cases three generations reside in close proximity, often in houses built on bloodline acreage.
This weekend as I tended to readying the house and yard for winter, I contemplated the gradual transformation over the last 15 months. How I’ve slowed down, taking things more in stride and enjoying sitting on the deck with a cup of coffee listening the seemingly ever present clammer of birds in the opens spaces behind our house. Maybe it’s working from home full-time, not having to commute, no office politics. Or living in a more wide-open neighborhood, where the evening air is often scented by nearby fire-pits and the sounds coming from the woods are likely small herds of deer navigating to a nearby stream.
Truth is, I’m not sure a logical reason for our move will ever crystalize, and I’m not sure it matters. You might say I moved to TN to be close to Music City and I fell in love with the country.