Maren Morris, Drake White and Crumbs...

 Ahhhhh BNA(Nashville Airport Code)...

7...the number of people all around me connected on their phones in the airport. Charging stations. Seems like a place I would need to hold up a red sheet and await for a bull to charge. That was just a large gentleman. He actually was gentle. A mexican looking gent sitting next to me asked if I would watch his ipad (charging) while he went to the bathroom. It wasn't a suitcase so I said "yeah sure" but secretly I was sweating bullets because to be honest...that could have been an iBOMB. When he came back he turned to the African American man to the right of him and said, "no offence sir...I am not racist or anything...she was just here first so I thought I'd ask her." We all had a laugh...was that funny though?

I helped a 75 year old turn her phone to airplane mode to show her it charged faster. Every time I looked over at her she had bumped into the charger so that is was falling OUT of the wall. I just kept smiling and pointing to it. She smiled back and rolled her eyes. That women is TOTALLY me in 40 years. To my left a guy brushed off the table I was at, looked at me and proceeded to sigh loudly enough for me to hear through his headphones. DUDE...that wasn't my meal, not my crumbs. I'm just in my own little corner of the world...staring at my phone like all ya'll.

Southwest retweeted my compliments of their staff. They asked me to let them know if I needed anything...I'm wondering what this includes. Cause right about now I could use a massage, a million dollars, and some deodorant for the guy sitting next to me. Mind you ALL of this was before the flight attendant accidentally threw tampon at me from her bag. That puppy flew. For those of you who are wondering...no I did not catch it.

I feel bad for anyone in a middle seat. But I'm in my aisle seat slouching to the left so when I get to Nashville for choreography I hope the gymnast is lefty...

Leslie from All Sons and Daughters is on my flight. How'd I catch that? I looked for the only thing to catch my eye in an airport. A guitar. I immediately texted my partner in crime Cece whom we had met her together last time we were in Nashville together. Cece asked if I decided to sit next to her (Southwest has general first come/first serve seating and no one was next to her). I said no but got to thinking...is that being on the verge of stalker-ish? I don't know. You guys tell me.

Anyway, by the time I actually GET the one drink I ordered on this plane I'm pretty sure I'll be landed already. What a nice surprise to my new employer. Oh hey! Ready for choreography. Don't mind the whiskey smell. If you can get over that...I promise, I'll do a great job.

Kidding...I ordered a ginger ale ;)

Also, Maren Morris is the smallest person I've ever seen. She got her double latte caramel bento mocha chucka lucka rootabagar crap drink right before my small black iced. She was talking about Little Big Town but I entered 1/2 way through the conversation so I have no idea what they (her and her apparent assistant) where talking about. Also I passed Drake White and his posse. How'd I know? Well have you SEEN the man...WOAH he's...handsome ;) Also, his posse were all wearing "Drake White" baseball caps sooooo yeah that gave it away. Also, Faith Hill has a twin...or I ran into her too. She is stunning...

Anyway so that was my last trip before my offiicial move. Although one of the parents at the gymnastics facility I will be working at, offered up her frequent flyer miles for me to make another trip in August but I wonder if she'll notice if I just book a flight to Prague instead?

Anyway,  so much more to tell you. Planes, Trains and Broken SUV's....coming soon.

Krystal
Keep the Faith, Love the Music

PS: Drake White. Yes I'll marry you.

Gettin Set Up Ya'll

Hey Ya'll

I'm writing this sitting at Newark Airport... Which has significantly cleaned up since the last time I was here years ago... I try to avoid it.

I'm sitting across from a gentleman with purple hair and a guitar case. And flight attendants are talking to some famous person across from me that I do not recognize. Probably because I can only see the back of her head. But their conversation is quite forced and awkward. I guess that's something I never really got. That star truck vibe. Never had it. Ok...maybe once when I met Shannon Miller but I promise that was it.

Anyway. So many things have happened in the past 6 months. Planning, preparing...ahhh who am I kidding. I've literally done none of that. I'm on my way to Nashville for 4 gymnastics interviews for head coach or director positions and that's about as far as I've gotten when it comes to "planning". I have set up two apartment showings. One is in a mansion with a pool and hot tub. YES PLEASE 😍 Although I haven't heard back about their exact address sooooo....that outta be interesting. I could see it now, knocking on doors " Hey there are you the people with the ballroom entry and pool and hot tub renting out a room? I swear I'm not a psycho". Yep. That would happen. The other guy I'm meeting at a coffee shop down the road from his house. Ummm dude...this isn't a date. You don't have to schmooze me first, let's just get to it. However...I totally get not letting a stranger into your home until you've approved their personality.

I have a long lost friend in Nashville! I met this guy through my church missions trip one of my best friends lead on and she told me "he is the male version of you". I thought how can that be true...I'm one of a kind! So I hadn't met him yet but about a year later he came down to the church with the missions leader of the Haiti trip and I met him. He really was like me. We have so much in common it's actually quite scary. So I get to see him while I'm visiting since he moved to Nashville!

Anyway, now I'm finally getting on my connected flight. So I bid you good bye. I am sure we'll talk soon ;)

Keep the Faith, Love the Music,
K~

Headin On Down to the Place Where I've Been Led...

Led...as in heavy...stuck...absolute...yes this move is really happening...  
 Hey, hey to all 2 of you who decided to sneak a peak at whatever it is I have to say. Not sure why I hated blogs before...this is so cool. I can write anything I want and the entire internet will have record of it for the rest of my life...SOLID.

So I'm a songwriter, on a journey to the south. Yeah, yeah, yeah I know. Songwriter moving to Nashville. Very original. Well, all of you that decided to actually read this blog can hear all of the gruesome details of my move before all the other 2 people that read this. And then, all 4 of you can talk about how stupid I am to be almost 33 years old and leave everything I've ever known behind...go ahead...talk among yourselves.

So. Yes, I'm moving to Nashville. I made the decision in 2016 when slowly piece by piece of my "normal everyday life" was being stripped away from me. It was a rough year, but when I sat back and realized what God was doing in my life, I never realized that it could be so blatantly obvious. This path has never been more clear than anything I've ever seen in my life. And that is the reason for starting this blog.

I want to map out the journey. I want to remember what the purpose was behind my move. I want to look back at this first entry when I am frustrated, or I don't think my writing is going anywhere and remind myself why I started. I also want to remind people that sometimes when you are going through times that you don't understand, it's really God lining up the rest of your life. We may not understand whats happening in the moment, but God always has a plan. This is His plan. His path for me. And I can't wait to bring you all along for the ride.

Keep the Faith, Love the Music~
Krystal