I leave for Australia in two weeks. I feel a mixture of excitement, fear, and sadness. This summer has been incredible, especially the past couple of weeks, and I'm sad that it's coming to an end. I'm going to miss everybody so, so much. I think I've really come into my own this summer and I'm scared that when I leave, this confidence that I've developed with diminish. I think that I can hold onto it and let it flourish on the other side of the world, though. At least I hope I can. I'm sure as hell going to try.
The next two weeks are going to fly by and I've got so much to fill them with. The Octopus Project is playing tomorrow at Sam's Burger Joint. After that, we're going to try to go to Hot Tin Roof to see Jaik's band perform. Sunday there is a show at the Warhol I may go to. Deena gets back into town on Wednesday. Thursday I'm going to Austin to see Tilly and the Wall at Emo's. Friday is the Rx Bandits/Portugal. The Man/Facing New York concert (also at Emo's). Saturday is my birthday party, which, if all goes according to plan (which somehow it never really does), should be awesome. Slain Monarch is playing for sure and Sarah and Octopus may play as well. Swimming, live music/jamming, possibly two kegs, and great company. Deepa is also coming into town for it, which I am super stoked about. I'm glad I'll get to see her before I head off. Then my actual birthday is the 21st, and then my flight out of here is the 24th.
This will be the last picture that I post of Pecos (which, by the way, I swear he is smiling in this). I think I've finally let go.
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