I have now been in Nashville a whole week, and I’m absolutely in love with this beautiful place. We’ve felt so happy, excited, and welcomed here and we love it. But I want to talk about my first day here because it was pretty awful. Some time has passed now to where I can find the humor in it, so I thought now would be a good time to talk about it.
Let’s start with my dog.
My dad came to help me unload stuff, and about an hour after he left, my dog Pinky started bleeding out of her butt. Here is a photo of Pinky:
Can I just talk about how much I love her? She is the sweetest, happiest, loveliest girl. So seeing her ass bleed everywhere was pretty terrifying. Also, I had no idea where I was or where I needed to go, so I piled her and my other dog into the car and just drove to the nearest dog place, which happened to be a Groomer. I just thought maybe they would know where a vet was, and I wasn’t thinking clearly obviously. They were able to look at her and tell me that it looked like her anal glands had ruptured, but they weren’t vets so they weren’t sure. They also told me that there was a vet just up the road (another thing I love about this city: literally everything is just up the road). The vet confirmed that yes, that was the issue and they could do surgery for her.
But wait, it gets worse.
I left Pinky at the vet and took my other distraught and depressed dog for a walk. While walking, we met a man who started a conversation with me about songwriting. I don’t remember his exact words but they were something along the lines of “go back where you came from because this town is too small for more songwriters.” And okay, most days I could just shake it off, but I just dropped my dog off for surgery and was not in a place to hear this. He basically ripped me to shreds verbally and told me I was stupid for moving here for music. I was able to remain composed and polite until I got to my car. Then I burst into tears because, seriously? What even happened just now? I had been in this state for all of 45 minutes and it was already terrible. I just figured it couldn’t get any worse, so it had to get better. Thankfully I was right.
I didn’t take his words to heart because I know this town is as full of bitter people as it is young ambitious people, and that’s fine. It takes all kinds, etc. I really haven’t met anyone else like that, but it was good to get it out of the way so next time I’ll be prepared with a Southern phrase, such as “Bless Your Heart.” I’m excited to use that one.
Anyway, I just needed to write this so I can look back on my first day and laugh about it. I want to say, “haha that’s so funny it was so terrible because now everything is great!” and really it already is. I connected with an old friend from school down here, I went to several concerts, I’m having a great time. I’ll look back at this exciting time and remember it fondly.
And Pinky is totally better now 🙂 In a cone that she hates, but she is healing and back to her old self. I couldn’t be happier.