Strange things can happen when you have your sponsor planet (Jupiter for Sagittarians) in the opposite sign to yours! You could, for example, be lured via a strange & compelling love/lust scenario into Growth-Tripping. Which is, of course, SO Saggo. There are many questing Sagittarians – this is one of them:
Like Leo in Darwin, I followed all your advice re: ‘stay stuck and you’re fuqed’ to the letter last year. After 12 years in Sydney, I found myself bored and restless and in desperate need of change. I’d reached a point in my dull but well paid media office career that was a one way ticket to mortgage town, obesity due to emotional eating and a life of feeling like I never quite tried hard enough to get what I wanted, even though on paper I guess I’d be what less Uranian peeps might consider successful. I’m a multi-conjuct Saggo. And an aspiring singer/ writer / radio broadcaster and lush (well, that would be the Pisces Rising there…) So, with ‘stay stuck and you’re fuqed’ as my mantra, I quit my job, packed up my guitar and moved to Nashville, Tennessee. It is far and away the best move I have ever made.
How to best explain Nashville? It’s a vibrant, left-of-centre city with a brilliant history. It’s misunderstood as being commercial and crappy and full of rednecks who make bad music. And sure… it has those elements. But there’s also a bustling underground of creative boys and gals who love music across all genres and engage in ideas all the time. People sit around dive bars and geek out about music 24/7. There’s a reverence for the past (George Jones, Patsy Cline, Hank Williams, The Rolling Stones, Bob Dylan) as well as an excitement about the future. People are supportive and nourishing and genuinely care about art. For the first time in my life, there’s never that awful question of “so you’re a musician… what’s your real job?”. It’s inspiring. Add to all that, there’s this lovely, heartfelt Southern hospitality and an abundance of fried chicken and free flowing alcohol and thrift stores bursting with bedazzled treasures… Some days I have to pinch myself because I’m so happy and so glad I took to the whole ‘stay stuck and you’re fuqed’ instruction with such enthusiasm.
But the international move hasn’t all been days of wine (plenty) and roses (well, lilies. Once.) You see, I have also been involved in a Love Zombie Scenario. Past tense important here. Sigh. American men have been my Achilles’ heel since my first trip to the USA in 2009. I’m not even going to tally how many American crush going nowhere scenarios I’ve been in because it would just be embarrassing. Still, I left Sydney with half of my heart in the ‘this is a great move for my career and soul and spirit’ category and the other half in the very specific and unrealistic category of ‘I just know it’s going to work out spectacularly well with this age-inappropriate career obsessed midlife crisis of a Capricorn’. I was operating under a romantic theory that has failed me before and will no doubt fail me again, ‘we have the same taste in music, therefore you are my soulmate’. Will I never learn?
Without going into ALL the gory details… I am sorry to say I that just as I spent my first few months in Nashtopia overwhelmed with happiness just to be living in a city that has been home to so many of my elder heroes – Emmy-Lou Harris (Aries), Dolly Parton (Capricorn) and Tammy Wynette (Taurus), I was also overwhelmed with sadness that the Capricorn had all but ignored me since I arrived in town. Admittedly, when I visited him earlier in the year – before making the move – he was in the throes of a full blown meltdown and just about to enroll in a therapy camp (sigh, so very American!) and we didn’t exactly part on great terms. Let’s not sugar coat it, I wrote him a full on letter declaring my undying love and affection to which he never responded. EEP.
But I still moved cities, living in a fantasy land where I thought that he might contact me, we’d date and eventually fuq and we’d be as happy and infatuated as we’d been when we had our first fling in Canada the year before. But it was not to be. And it took me months of non-communication with him, and months of punishing the Oracle and memorizing the advice in the Daily Horoscopes to realize it. During this time, I did manage to write about 30 unrequited love songs though, so I guess, ever the optimist, that was the entire point of the love zombie scenario – to fuel my creativity.
Emma Swift tweets at @em_swift & blogs at Dream A Highway
*The pic is of me with a cardboard cut out of country songwriter Marty Stuart, who I absolutely love. He has a gunmetal coloured mullet. The picture was taken at my favourite store in Nashville, ‘Fanny’s House of Music’ – a little place that sells vintage clothes as well as small body musical instruments for women players.