Riding a bus from midnight to 5:30 am, unable to fall asleep due to my broken seat and large man squeezed next to me pushing me into the aisle, balancing my body so I won't fall over, I am incredibly grateful to be in my parents' house. To use the same computer I used at 15 to dramatically pound out epics. To look out the window to see the forest for the trees. To see the stars. And those chickens. Ah, those chickens.
I never forget that I love Missouri. But I do forget how much I miss it. My extended family asks when I'm moving to New York (or L.A.? Well...) while I think of ways to come back to stay in the woods and write and play music. My little brother and sister are becoming really great musicians, not to mention my father. Family band, yes please.
Tomorrow I'm playing a show with Mario. It's going to feel really good.
I forget about this part of myself.
I forget about many parts of myself.
I was looking for an escape and this is just what I needed.
