Adventures
Surrendering the suburban "American Dream" and making a beeline to a downtown Memphis apartment comes with glamour, sure. It's messy, too, though. Through my adventures, I want to give you an insider's look at downtown Memphis. I'm learning a lot from the adventures I get myself into, so I figure I'll share. There's a lot to be said for this place I didn't use to love so much.
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Back on the wagon…
So, real talk. I had big plans, and then fell off the bloggin’ wagon. I took walking-around pics for weeks thinking I’d make time to share. It’d be therapy, I told myself. But then my life got pretty awesome last fall and I was just all blissed out and distracted and didn’t “need” the therapy, and then, as it does, life just kinda went sideways last winter, and that turned into actual therapy. Honestly, it’s still pretty sideways, if not completely in a ditch upside on its crumbled roof. I don’t really know what to think most days. Even the good days leave me confused. Really does make my head…
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It’s a process…
Moving. It’s a process. There’s nothing fun about it, unless you’re moving into my stupid awesome downtown flat! Got a one bedroom that I simply adore, and I’m really pleased with my leasing company (Henry Turley) and all the people I’ve met along the way who’ve been part of the process. But moving never comes without a little bit of trauma. So… I have this closet, and despite being a jeans-and-tee-shirt kinda gal, I have A LOT of clothes. (Swear I purged!) I totally needed more closet space, so I got permission to hang an additional shelf. Hooray! …or so I thought. My first obstacle was power. People don’t just randomly…
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So, I did it…
About two weeks ago, I moved from “the country” (38002) to The Core (38103) and I haven’t looked back. A lot of my friends were all, wth?? But that’s just because they dug my backwoods place. Great place – don’t get me wrong – but it’s a lot of space for a girl and her mom. And while I totally adore mi madre, I had to get the hell out of there. So I dropped myself into the heart of downtown Memphis to face my demons. I’m beginning to question the sanity of the idea, frankly. It’s been stupid-hard, but who can hate life when you’re nomming a beautiful Japinista roll and…
