For Immediate Release - Announcement
By Sherry Bach © July, 2015
Well folks, it's time to tell ya…
I was so grateful and excited! My daughter and son-in-law were still in Arkansas, and my son was not in Florida, so being offered a good paying job in Nashville again in January of 2014 after not being able to find work in Florida, was a thrill and a blessing. I've now worked 4 different jobs in Nashville since the Florida housing crash…Ghostwriter, Executive Assistant to the CEO, Grant Writer, and Executive Assistant to the CEO…in that order. I have not been home for an entire year in the past 6 years. The logistics didn't really work for me to take another job here, but I made it work and did what had to be done for financial survival. It has not been my preference to work in Nashville since I live in Florida and love NE Florida but you do what you gotta do to survive.
I originally thought I could work my current job in Nashville for 3-5 years. After 15 months of being here, somewhere around May 1st, several unexpected rivers rose and created a flood. Things started to float away. I'll spare you the details & the names of all of the rivers…just life and its winding current of change…but just for one example, my daughter and son-in-law moved back to Florida. They bought their first house in May. I wasn't there. I wasn't there to see it OR to help them move. Nothing in Nashville could have made up for that feeling. My daughter is one of my best friends and I don't want to miss out on these major life events if I don't have to. Life is short. My small family means the world to me; it's really all I have. Some folks have big families and huge support systems, I have neither.
The rivers kept rising and as I spent Mother's Day alone in Franklin, I could not fight the overwhelming fast moving current. It came quickly and forcefully and all of a sudden clarity and truth were stripped away of their disguise…nothing was worth being so far away from "Home" at that moment. I had to fight against my flight tendency…yes, I have that…I really wanted to just pack everything up in the car and drive home but I didn't. Instead I prayed about it, thought about it, meditated on it…I wanted to make sure it wasn't knee jerk. As the days passed, the obvious conclusion was that I could not stay here much longer. Whatever it was that gave me the strength to do it in the first place was gone now. Even though I controlled my desire to flee immediately, I knew that the timer had been set, the clock was ticking, and time was running out, with an approaching deadline.
The man that I work for is a reasonable guy. I was honest with him, I said, "I have no job back home. I have no plan but this is what I’m feeling…I'm feeling like I need to be home and here are the reasons why." He listened. He offered kind words and understanding. He was sad but agreed with my conclusion in light of all of the reasons. A few weeks later I turned in a proposal to work remotely from home. 95% of what I do can be done from anywhere with the right set up. The proposal was accepted and takes effect first week of October.
Being away from "Home" for the past 6 years has only strengthened my sense of what I want "Home" to be for me and it doesn't include chasing romance and it doesn't include pursuing songwriting and it doesn't include renting a furnished room in an old farm house 650 miles away from the home that I already own, in a town where I have no family. The past six years have reminded me a little of my crazy chaotic childhood where I went to 24 different schools before I graduated high school; that's not a good thing…I can't live like that and I haven't lived like that since I left when I was 18, but with not being able to find work in Florida, I didn't have much of a choice in 2009 but to look for work elsewhere for survival. My background is healthcare and healthcare is huge in Nashville. I feel very grateful that I knew people in Nashville in 2009 and found a job here.
To a certain degree, we are all responsible for creating our own "Home." What I want from "Home" these days is to be intricately involved in the lives of my kids and grandchildren. Not in an annoying, interfering way but in a helpful way, wherever I'm needed, in whatever way I'm needed. I want to be the grandmother in 2 Timothy 1:5: "I am reminded of your sincere faith, which first lived in your grandmother Lois and in your mother Eunice and, I am persuaded, now lives in you also." This is my calling now, my purpose, my priority…Nana!
I want to be close enough to babysit my grandchildren or to bring them to my home to babysit if needed! I want them to come visit me in the house where their parents grew up. I want to share with them…the memories made with their parents, show them their parent's rooms, pictures, go through the big box of kid things that I saved, like the note Brianna wrote to Brandon when she was 7, telling him that he needed to play nice. I want to do things with my grandchildren that I did with my kids that were so special and teach them about God. I want them to walk into my home and say, "I love the smell of this house" just like my daughter still does to this day. I want my grandchildren to have the roots, the history and closeness of family that I never had. It's my calling to provide that now just like I provided it to my children when they were young. I gave them the things that I never had growing up, like roots and stability.
Nashville and its people, Franklin and its people, have been so good to me and God has used the past 6 years here to do mighty things in me and in my life but I'm tired…tired of going back and forth…tired of not sleeping in my own bed…tired of not having a home. I must admit Nashville has messed with me a little bit. Nashville made a dreamer out of me. Nashville seduced me; skewed my reasoning skills with its creativity; allured me with its energy, commerce, friendly citizens, and opportunities and it does have all of that to offer but it doesn't have my family. The past 6 years made me question things and for a minute I forgot what is was that I really wanted. Nashville made me dream about romance and boy, was he ever good looking! I fell in love with him the moment I saw him but since I don't believe in that, I got to know him better, falling in love with him even more. Turns out, there was nowhere to fall except into a dark empty tunnel that led back around to the beginning of the empty tunnel.
I've been writing songs to guitar since I was 14, but Nashville made me dream about being a songwriter. Talk about songwriting material! Empty tunnels! It's hard to say which one I made less progress with, songwriting or romance? I'm probably not a good candidate to jump with both feet into either one of those things because while good things came from pursuing both romance and songwriting, including about 50 great songs, 3 indie cuts, a few dozen poems, and a book, truth is, romance and songwriting require taking risks, which is something that holds little appeal for me at this point in my life, especially when I feel like I'm missing out on important family time. Romance and songwriting are better served by the youth who pursue them. Songwriting comes naturally, romance clouds my vision. I let both of them go and once I did that, my desire to return Home was irresistible.
The reset button has been pushed. Home for me is NE Florida…Lord willing, I will be there permanently as of the first week of October but still working for the Franklin based company that I work for now. I will be working remotely from home where I can at least spend my weekends with family and share major life events with them. It will be the first time in 6 years that I will be going home with a job, as opposed to going home without one. I will miss those of you here in Franklin and Nashville who have made a point to soften my homesickness over the years and who have reciprocated a friendship with me…I truly appreciate you and will keep in touch…lunch or coffee before I leave please? I will try to have as much Nashville fun as I can before October.
It's finally over folks…I'm going Home! The sound of it is so sweet rolling off of my tongue. The countdown has begun…I've got about 73 days left. No more wasting time on frivolity. I'm like a fixed rate locked in for 30 years…I may not even have that long. No-one knows their time…I best get to living and loving for the right reasons while I still can.
The clock is set. The time is now. Home is waiting.