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A yearly tradition

A lot of people this year are talking about how they can’t wait for Fall. Normally, I’m one of those people. But this year I’ve enjoyed summer and I feel like it passed by way too fast. I don’t want to rush it away.

But.

There’s an event I look forward to every single year, and it really is that first breath of the upcoming Fall festivities. That event is the Wilson County Fair.

Wilson County Fair 2016

I’ve lost count of how many years we’ve made this trip to Lebanon, TN, to enjoy roasted corn, live music, a glimpse into the past, and lots of laughter with friends. (I know my husband and I have missed a couple years in the last 10 years, but I’m going to guess we’ve gone at least 6 of the last 10 years.) Every year as the dates get close, I scour my husband’s tour schedule… praying he’ll be home. I did a my happy dance when I realized he’d be home this year and we’d get to go together.

Night at the fair!

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I can’t really remember when this trip became a “Fiddle Family Field Trip,” but I am so thankful it did. With the bar being long gone, getting to reconnect with those friendships regularly has become harder to do. But we can always rely on the Fair to bring us all together. Plus, its so fun to share fried goodies, rides on the ferris wheel, and games with one another. I think we all turn into kids for the night.

These people have a very special place in my heart.
These people have a very special place in my heart.

I almost left my camera at home last night. My husband convinced me to take it, knowing I have gotten some of my favorite photos ever at the Fair. I’d regret leaving it behind… and boy was he right. I mean… look at this!

Wilson County Fair 2016

Wilson County Fair 2016

Wilson County Fair 2016

But all of this being said. If you live in Middle Tennessee, or if you’re visiting during the fair… make the trip to the Wilson County Fair. If you’ve never gone, you’re missing out on one of the best things this area has to offer. Seriously. I’m already counting down the days until next year!

Wilson County Fair 2016

For all of my photos from the fair, visit this album on Flickr!

Wilson County Fair 2016

Let’s just be friends

Almost 10 years ago, I moved to Nashville and quickly fell in love with the city. I loved everything about it!

Nashville skyline

It amazed me, how it was a city, but it had a small town feel. I could go almost anywhere, and chances I’d run into someone I knew was strong. It ceased to amaze me how I’d run into friends at random locations, and a five minute errand would turn into an hour long visit. I never worried about going anywhere alone, because someone would always make sure I got to my truck safe. It was just that kind of place: we all look out for each other.

The history of the city enthralled me. I’d listen to tales of the past with a fascinated gleam in my eyes. I’d dig through archives online or at the library, wanting to know everything. The good, the bad, the changes. It captured a part of my soul.

Important to me was the fact that it was the home and heart of country music. I remember clearly someone walking up to me when I worked at the Dog House to ask, “Where on earth can I find anything EXCEPT country music?” and I gave them a blank stare. Not only was I thrown by the question, I legitimately didn’t have an answer.

07/47: Sunset over Nashville

I would actually get a flutter in my stomach when the skyline would appear in front of me, as I came into downtown. This was MY city, and I loved it.

But I guess as many relationships happen, both sides change. Nashville today is not the Nashville I fell in love with. Establishments that were so secure are now gone. High rises have started changing that skyline I love(d). Cranes liter the spaces in between. History is being torn down (literally) in the name of progress.

Tearing it down to build something new

Progress is so important to a city surviving. I know this, and I acknowledge it. I even respect it. I just wish progress could do more to respect the past. I visited Louisville this summer, and I felt that old pitter-patter in my heart of the past speaking… Old buildings revitalized lined the streets. I looked at them with awe. I looked at them with sadness… wishing Nashville had followed suit in places, instead of opting for new and shiny.

Its really hard to find country music in Nashville today. Drive down Broadway, where 10 years ago you heard country music, you now here rock. Or the new version of country that is pretty much 90s pop. I find myself asking vendors, “Where can I hear country music?” much like those rock fans asked me for anything except country years ago.

I can’t go downtown and be guaranteed to know anyone any more. Because many I know don’t go there anymore either. It’s all tourists and bachelorette parties.

Broadway

But here is where I acknowledge I’ve changed, too. The thought of going downtown doesn’t excite me any more… it just makes me tired. I prefer an evening at a restaurant or bar with friends visiting instead of the crush and adrenaline of bar hopping. Shots of Fireball or Crown have been replaced by sipping craft beer.

I still get an excited feeling when I see the skyline, and I do still love Nashville… just not as much as I once did. If this were a relationship, I’d ask it if we can just be friends.

Don’t take this as my letter to the world that I’m leaving Nashville and Tennessee. No, this is where my husband and I have made our home, and I do still love being here. I have wonderful friends, and I love our home. I’m branching out in other areas, and I’ve grown SO MUCH in the last 10 years. Like I said, Nashville isn’t the only one in this relationship that’s changed. I have, too.

So who knows what the next 10 years will bring for me as well as for Nashville. The only thing guaranteed is change… and that’s just life.

Sunglass sittin'