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Um, I live in Nashville now.


What a freaking whirlwind.

At this time, eight days ago, I was riding shotgun with my hair undone and a constipated toddler in the backseat. As Aidah was working hard on her own specific set of problems, I was furiously typing away on my smartphone, just trying to keep up with the insanity that has been our lives these past few months.

-We put our house on the market and after 40 days and 19 showings, we got an offer.

-We packed up all of our stuff and shipped it off to Tennessee.

-We had our offer accepted on an amazing Nashville house within eight hours of Facetime touring it.

-We piled into the trusty Kia and started our drive across the country.

We were somewhere between Cleveland and Louisville when I got the text from Brian, our Boston realtor.


It’s official! Closing went well and your house is sold! ((clinking beer mugs emoji)) ((praise hands emoji))

Drew and I high-fived each other and then I high-fived myself for teaching Brian to use emojis in my short time as his client.

And then, we were homeless for the following twelve hours.

At this time, one week ago, we were dashing through the pouring rain toward the entrance to Mas Tacos. The closing on our Nashville house was in limbo for a few hours and we had nowhere else to go. We consoled ourselves with carnitas and street corn and – as we had done countless times over the previous months- we held hands and prayed this eloquent and flabbergasted prayer, originally penned by the great Anne Lamott:

HELPTHANKSWOW.

HELP THINGS ARE MOVING FASTER THAN WE CAN COMPREHEND. HELP WE MISS OUR PEOPLE. HELP THESE LAWYERS ARE SUCH TURDS. (And speaking of turds…help Aidah out, if You would.)

THANKS FOR NEW MERCIES AND YOUR CRAZY LAVISH PROVIDENCE. THANKS FOR AIRBNB. THANKS for keeping our tires pumped and our roads clear and our wifi reception strong. THANKS that we’re never alone, even on these endless Ohio roads. THANKS that you go before us, even in this strange new land of slow-talking people and flowering trees.

WOW THESE TACOS WOW OUR NEW HOME WOW THESE ROLLING HILLS WOW YOUR TIMING WOW WOW WOW.

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I live in Nashville now. After a lifetime in Massachusetts, it still feels surreal.

We went to our neighborhood farmer’s market last night. I looked around at the food trucks and the tomatoes and the tattooed moms and the lawn games. I watched an old farmer lady hand Aidah a honey stick and say with the thickest drawl, “Come again sweet girl – I love you!” I heard the buzz of the cicadas and the chant of a distant train and I realized that I love this place already. The work ahead of us – personal and social and actual Chip-and-Joanna house projects – is enormous

but I can’t wait to dive right in.


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6 Comments

  1. Yay for Nashville! My brother Taylor and his wife Brittany live there and they like to party. You should be friends!

  2. Sarah

    How fun! We love Nashville and we are in Atlanta, not far from you! Hope to see you Mari!

  3. Alexandra

    Hey! I’m a Gordon grad and we’re in the midst of a move down to Chattanooga from Vermont. I’m flying with my one year old down to Nashville on Wednesday! What are you guys doing down there?

    • Mariko

      Hey Alexandra! Hope the flight was okay with the baby! And welcome to Tennessee — I’ve heard Chattanooga is a lot of fun. We needed an adventure and we have friends and family here, so it seemed like a good fit 🙂

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