Especially when it's working for someone I love.
My son's move to Nashville is complete. He rested the first week and did a bunch of online job applications. On the next Monday he moved into a sweet house - 3 bedrooms, 2 baths on an acre (back yard fenced) for $1000 a month. The next day - his first official day in Nashville - he had three interviews. He spent some time in a park during which he watched some musicians gathering for a little jam, a man deliver a guitar to a repair shop, and as he drove one of the streets he saw a man enter his home who he had met the month before in LA and knew him to be a pro drummer. Apparently my son landed one of the jobs, but I don't know if he'll be working it. He hasn't said.
Because he also got his first paying tour as a drummer in Nashville.
Almost enough to make it OK that he's 2,000 miles away.
Just almost.
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