City Lights to Country Nights?: (Even Though I Have No Idea What I’m Doing)..

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I never thought I’d say this, but I think I’m moving to the country. Me. A woman whose heels have never touched dirt on purpose. A woman whose idea of "fresh air" is standing on a balcony with a glass of champagne.

But here I am, Googling things like “How to not look stupid on a horse” and “Are overalls actually sexy?”

Blame it on my friend Vanessa.

She's going to hate me for this, but it is my blog, which is like my diary to share with friends, so here goes nothing. Sorry Nessa!

Vanessa was the first one to make the switch, and honestly, I thought she had lost her mind. She was a former dancer who lived in a high-rise, did Pilates at sunrise, and had a wardrobe full of leather pants. Then, one day, she texts me, “Babe, I bought a ranch.” A ranch. Like with actual animals and no UberEats ? She doesn't even know how to cook!

I thought, “Oh no, she’s lost it. She’s gonna be barefoot with five kids by Christmas.” But then I visited her. And guess what? She was glowing. Not just, like, good lighting-glowing. She was at peace. She still wore her crop tops (just with cowboy boots instead of stilettos). She still had her flirty energy (except now she was batting her lashes at cowboys instead of actors). And the best part?

She didn’t feel like she lost herself at all. She just had space. Real space. To breathe. To move. To just… exist.

And that’s when I started thinking.

City life is sexy, don’t get me wrong. The rush, the lights, the feeling that something exciting is always about to happen. But as an entertainer, I feel like changing things up is always good to keep you all on your tip toes...lol Which i love to entertain! and nowadays, it can all be done digitally as the days of when I was on set filming have changed in a way that, its just not the vibe...(we'll get into that in a future blog!)

Do I know how to fix a fence? Absolutely not.

But for the first time, I think I want to learn.

and maybe—Vanessa is onto something.

So here I am, 3am, considering the unimaginable—looking up ATVs, new places, where am i going to go grocery shopping, etc!

Let me say this one more time!!

I have no idea what I’m doing. 

I can not STRESS this enough.

But you, the reader, the loyal digital friends i've created throughout my growing career, have literally given me the ability to do so. Knowing that just because I am not on a set, and am still able to engage and entertain you, allows me to see where I can go.

I don’t know how to ride a horse,

I don’t know how to start a fire,

and I sure as hell don’t know how to live somewhere where you can’t get a taxi at 2 AM.

All I know is this: If I do this, I’m bringing my lashes, my lip gloss, and a few pairs of cowboy boots, and YOU with me—because this city girl might be moving to the country, but she’s doing it her way.

Which is why you might have noticed my Instagram photos, etc. includes a lot more cowboy hats! Who knows where the journey will continue to take me, but for now, join me as i try this whole country thing...just promise me you won't laugh!

Now, can someone please tell me where to buy a hat that doesn’t make my head look huge?

Would you ever trade city life for wide-open spaces? Tell me in the comments, and if you have any country survival tips, send them my way—this blonde is gonna need them. 🤠✨

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