as an update to this post, i can tell you i made my decision this week: i'm staying in nyc. as opposed to the other option, which was moving back to nashville. for now, i'll stay here in new york. but you never know where the future might take us (and gosh, isn't that so damn exciting sometimes?!) so without further ado, a homage to nashville. best told through my shoe story of, what else, cowboy boots.
i got my boots the first year of grad school - from one of those stores in downtown nashville that sells boots 3 for 1. myself, tina, and our friend amanda went in on it together, fully embracing our new countrified lives when tina hosted a cowboy party in the winter. we were all set to go pick them out when...i had to go to new york city for an interview. it was my last interview in the process of finding an internship for the summer, and in my exhaustion all i requested was that the boots be brown. tina and amanda didn't fail me, and lo and behold they found a pair of boots to match my intricate request: they are indeed brown.
on the flight home to nashville i sat behind an abusive husband and wife and their two small children. while i've been on flights where we had turbulence or dips or delays, that flight, hands down, was the tensest flight i've taken. without getting into too much detail, believe me when i say listening to a man verbally accost his wife as she cries and the flight attendants ask him to please keep his voice down makes for the worst flight. i went straight from the airport to tina's party, exhausted from just all of it (you know how it is), picked up my boots, said hello to a few people, and went home to go to bed.
a waste of money, i thought. i'll never wear these. but winter turned to spring, and spring turned to summer, and i discovered that cowboy boots make for a great pair of shoes when paired with a summer dress. i started to wear them everywhere - why every woman doesn't own a pair of cowboy boots is beyond me (do it people, do it!). summer turned to fall, and then fall turned to winter, and tina hosted another cowboy party. i wore my broken in boots, had a few beers, shared a few laughs. and i also met a guy named brian that night.
but that's a story for another day.