A couple weeks ago, I was sitting at one of Madrid's many spectacular cafés with three friends and I asked them that cliché question that everybody hates, but which I think is worth contemplating from time to time: What would your ideal life look like?
If you’ll indulge me, I’m going to take another look back at my project, this time through song.
Chapter VI: I arrived in Nashville defeated. I had crawled through San Francisco and Chicago amidst the worst of the Great Recession and come out the other side, officially in the latter half of 10 Cities/10 Years; I was drained, bitter, and ready to give up.
10 Cities/10 Years was the scaffolding upon which I built my life; now I can stand without it.
June 1st, 2005 - June 1st 2015.
For 9 years, I have made my way from one U.S. city to the next, making friends, finding work, getting by. Getting old. When I started this project, not a single episode of How I Met Your Mother had aired and Neil Patrick Harris had yet to ascend to the role of everyone's favorite gay man (sorry Anderson Cooper).
After finding a cheap hotel for Monday night, my second day in Nashville began.
Total driving time to Nashville was almost exactly 8 hours, though this was partially due to missing an exit and driving for about 15 minutes in the wrong direction. Oops. Oh well, all part of the road trip experience. If that is the worst mistake I make all week, it'll be a damn smooth trip. Of course, that won't be the worst mistake I make all week.
