Dear Nashville,

I'm leaving you. I know, I know, it's sudden. I'm sorry about that. But you've known from the beginning that you weren't the one for me. I tried to be clear about what this was between us. It was temporary. You knew that.

I simply don't love you. I think you have a lot of lovable qualities, but just not the ones I'm looking for. I tried to keep you at bay. I tried to remind you as often as I could that we wouldn't last. We just want different things. You enjoy country music. You protect traditional forms of the main stream in art and religion. You seem to be perfectly fine staying right where you are.

I want New York. I'm terribly bored by acoustic singer-songwriting. I don't like being home by 9pm. I just want New York. Not the ghetto-ass chick on VH1, but the one she named herself after. The real deal. New York City. I left her unwillingly. I missed her every moment sense I left. I told you all about her. I simply can't stay with you. I hope you can understand. I'm simply not happy with you, and I want her back. I want my city back.

I will come back to visit you. I hope we can still be friends. It will be harder to be with her. I know. It will be more of a daily challenge. It will require work. I know. But the payoff is huge. Sorry, that was unnecessary. I don't mean to throw this in your face. I just can't keep this up any longer. I miss her. I'm leaving you, Nashville. I'm leaving you for New York. I wish you the best. I hope you get what you're looking for. I can't say that I'll miss you, but some of your friends I think I'll stay in pretty close contact with, so I'm sure I'll keep up with you through them.

Take care, Nashville.
Best,
Meshach