Thursday, 10 May 2012
Wikipedia lists Tennessee as the 36th most extensive and 17th most populous of the 50 states of the USA.
The Appalachian mountains are found in the east, the Mississippi river in the west.
Nashville in the north, Memphis in the south. This was our road trip, set to the sounds of Call Me Maybe by Carly Rae Jepsen blasting loudly out of the car windows; two girls singing along at the tops of our voices, a very long way from home.
Nothing matters when there's this much sunshine, music, burgers as big as your FACE and nothing to do today but smile.
It started on a dark day in November in London. I was miserable. And we're not talking 'totes bummed' here, we're talking 'lie on the floor, stare at the ceiling, slit your wrists, cry at the meerkat program on TV, hide from the world, get away from me or I'll kill you completely and utterly despairing that nothing will ever be good again' miserable. Yeah, you've been there.
And so, in the midst of all this, I picked up Marie Claire magazine, wondering if somehow, articles about dresses and lipstick could put a smile back on my face. They couldn't. Noone cares that orange is the new pink which used to be the new black. But way in the back of the magazine, hidden among adverts for breast implants, a single page spread with the headline 'Go to Nashville!' jumped out at me. It wasn't much - just a few photographs of women in cowboy boots, suggestions for shops to visit there and a feature about your must-have wardrobe for your trip to the deep south (apparently, spending £177 on a denim skirt from Gucci is a MUST). But somehow, it made me feel better when nothing, and I mean NOTHING and noone else could. So I looked at the headline again. 'Go to Nashville!'
And I thought...okay then.