Ripping up my Home…

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Linen Skirt, crop top, leather mules outfit post

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Linen Skirt, crop top, leather mules outfit post

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Today I write with a heavy, and frightened heart. I’ve actually been staring at my laptop, coming up with very average blog post ideas for about 4 hours, but all I truly want to write about is my family — so that’s what I’ll do.

Hurricane Irma is quickly, and violently, approaching my hometown of Tampa, FL. Half of my family has evacuated to higher ground, but they’re all essentially still in Tampa. I worry, not about the things – those can be replaced & are insured, but more about my dad’s home, and the memories we’ve made there over the last few years. Nothing will ever take those away from my mind, but as I’m a sentimental type of human, reliving them when I go home for the holidays is one of my favorite things.

I love sitting on the porch where my dad married the love of his life, Lise, in front of all of our family & friends, and remembering the sheer joy on his face. The goodbyes in the driveway, always at the crack of dawn before I left to come back to Nashville. Sitting at my dad’s bar in the man-cave, talking for hours about nonsense, troubles, loves, and sipping on his newest favorite bourbon. I remember sitting at the kitchen counter, while my soon to be step mom, Lise, told me that I could do anything I wanted to, and if that was move somewhere I didn’t know a soul – I should try, and that I would get through whatever was ripping me apart emotionally at the time.

While I know that my mom and that side of my family is on higher ground, I’m still riddled with worry about the damage that could still happen around them.

As I sit on my porch writing this in the most beautiful weather that Nashville has seen all year, glued to my phone and computer for updates, I know that my home town is about to have immense destruction done to it over the next 24 hours.  That truly scares me. I’m a serial control freak, and being so removed from such a major event is really affecting me this weekend. I hate not being able to help at all – I’m not a sit and wait kind of girl.

I’m not a big religious person, but I pray that my family and friends are safe – and get through this unscathed. I pray for all of Florida.

Worried, anxious, hopeful, & praying,

—Tay

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Nashville /// Raleigh

 

 

Music City to the capitol of North Carolina…. this is what my summer of 2017 has consisted of. Before I get you to the “now”, I have to let you in on the “then”…

4 years ago, I made the decision to move to Nashville, TN to pursue a life in music business. I knew no one… I mean no ONE…. had very little experience, and very little self confidence. Truth be told, when asked about why I was leaving the town that was so familiar to me, I normally listed off all of these inspiring mantras…. I want to pursue a career! I want to travel! Pave my own path!…. but honestly I was stuck in a place that everywhere I turned showed me reminders of the negative in my life…. heartache, disappointments and mistakes from both others and myself. I wanted a clean slate. A chance to redefine myself and find new happiness. And Nashville was just that.

In Nashville, I made amazing friends (obvi Taylere is one), had great experiences, grew as a woman, gained a sense of independence I had never felt before, and the confidence to be who I truly was. So… you may be thinking…. if Nashville had such a positive experience on me, why would I leave?!?

The answer is family. Simple as that.

I love Nashville, and who knows… maybe I’ll end up there again one day, but for  now, Raleigh… aka “home”… is where I’m meant to be!

Sorry there isn’t some forbidden love affair that has gone terribly, terribly wrong  to share with y’all {well maybe later 😉 }… but I promise to deliver some hilarious…. and beyond embarrassing bumble date stories in the posts to come 🙂

So… stay tuned friends… the ride’s just beginning!

Xoxo,

Amy