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Day 278

Here's a rewrite of something I wrote awhile ago...


I hate country music. Anytime I’ve ever heard a song about sunny southern pastures or creaking rocking chairs I’ve always rolled my eyes in the front seat of my mom's car. My family tends to agree with me on my dislike and regularly choose not to listen to the genre given the option. All of this would start to become increasingly ironic given our move to Nashville, commonly referred to as the “Music City”, specifically when it comes to country music. However, my dislike for country music quickly became insignificant in comparison to my other struggles with moving.

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