It is to this place that Fortune has taken me; moved in over the last week. Into a tiny little apartment on Music Row, half a mile from Vanderbilt Medical Center. I rid myself of about half my possessions before the move, but even so, squeezing everything into six hundred square feet was quite an undertaking.
Now I get to live -- for the most part -- an urban, walking life. In general, Nashville is a drivers' town, like most American cities. But I'm in a little pocket in the old downtown, which has coffee shops, restaurants, bars, a little independent movie theater, a great used book store, and various other shops and services. There is a good Harris Teeter within what will doubtless seem a long walk, with groceries in a backpack, but which isn't really all that far. I'll be walking to work, too: a hair over a mile, round trip.
Wouldn't you know, I got a head cold upon arrival. It is one of those pinball viruses: one day it's in your nose, then your throat, then your chest, then your nose, then your throat again...
For a couple of days it threatened to smite me with laryngitis, but my voice started returning yesterday. None of this is that big of a deal; my energy level has been at about 90% normal throughout. But brother, when you are moving you can really miss that 10 percent.
In this new chapter of life, I may post a bit more. Here's to resolutions, and a Happy New Year!
VOTE OBAMA OR RON PAUL, FOR THE LOVE OF GOD