I’m a self-described country music fangirl, and because of that I spent this past Wednesday evening in front of the TV watching the CMA Awards. I would say that I watch most awards shows, but usually I only vaguely pay attention to them, responding to emails or blogging in the background. In contrast, on Wednesday, I sat with rapt attention, soaking in every bit of Nashville that I could. This is because my dream is to live there.
Sure, this dream seems highly implausible… and difficult. But isn’t that what dreams are? Something that would seem far too good to be true, should it actually happen? Something that seems so difficult and far away, but that still holds a sliver of possibility? Like Belle dreaming of more than her little town, or Rapunzel dreaming of seeing the floating lanterns up close, my dream is something that feels at least a little bit possible.
This dream took shape in January 2014, when Kris and I visited Nashville. It was the first time there for both of us, and we had an absolutely magical visit. We saw Eric Church at the Grand Ole Opry. We found a favourite bar to haunt. We walked the city (like we tend to do). We made hostel friends. We ran into famous people on the street… and so much more that I’m not going to go into here. If you want to read about that specific trip further, you can check out the posts on our personal blogs. I’ve linked to the first of the Nashville posts on Kris’s blog here and on mine here.
The trip itself was amazing, but the biggest thing that came out of it was the realization that Nashville was a city I wanted to live in. And not even just “wanted” to. I felt – still feel – like I need to live there. I spent the next year longing to go back, before I returned prior to our Disney World trip this past February. Getting off the plane at the Nashville airport felt like coming home.
During this return trip to Nashville, I was interested to see how I would feel about the place that had captured my heart. This time around, everything was just as magical. The people were just as lovely, the city just as friendly, and the music just as inspiring. I was on this trip alone, but I found that I never really felt alone. I made friends everywhere I went, from bars to stores to coffee shops. When I left this time, I knew that I just had to return.
So that’s where I am right now. I’m holding on to a big dream about moving to Nashville. This is, of course, easier said than done since I am Canadian. But I like to believe that someday, some way, I will make it work. This dream doesn’t feel impossible… just difficult. But that’s the magic of dreams. When they come true, it really means something.
It is very rare that the answer to all of your dreams will just come to you on a silver platter. You almost always have to work for it…. like Rapunzel finally choosing to leave her tower, and Belle venturing off to save her father. But that makes it feel all the more special when the dream does come true. You decided to go for it. You put in the work. You made your dreams a reality.
So dream big, fangirls and fanboys! But don’t just sit there and think about it. Decide to make your dreams come true and start to do small things to work towards whatever it is that you want. Even if you don’t end up reaching the actual end goal, you’ll often find that it will open up so many enticing doors along the way.
Hope you enjoyed my little pep talk. What’s your big, seemingly impossible dream? I’d love to hear about it in the comments.