Nashville lived up to its hype. Emily and I went for the weekend, flying on one regional jet after another to get there. After each leg we would celebrate that we were still mothers. We went to have dinner with our little brother before he flew off to Jalalabad. J-bad. It was really sad to say goodbye. We moaned and laughed continuously the rest of the weekend and ate our way around Music City. It helped that the food was so good.
Since returning, I've been googling "antique bungalow for sale boston". Nashville was dotted with them and I want one, just one.