Earlier in the year, I formed online connections with several other artists across the country and around the world. Daily messages, Instagram shenanigans and several months later, I was finally able to meet a few of them in the flesh. What could go wrong? It was just a Thursday. It was just an Instagram story. …
It was 2 am on a Tuesday and I quietly tiptoed through the apartment, packing only the essentials. I had wanted to move to Nashville for a while, and my boyfriend was asleep in the next room. If he woke up, my whole plan would be ruined. By 3 am, my car was packed and I was on the road to a place 700 miles away. 12 hours or so later I would move in with a roommate I met on Craigslist, whom I had only talked to over the phone a few times.
Early in my songwriting I tended to stick to the truth. The first verse of First Kiss really does come close to accurately describing my first kiss. I was camping with my family and my parents usually took vacation around the same time as their friends. Their friends had two sons, one a year older …