I was just outside having a cigarette. It was drizzling outside and the raindrops felt amazing on my skin. The night was so quiet and as I puffed away, I just remembered how amazingly beautiful the world is. I had to share the moment with someone so I texted Justin. I figured he'd appreciate what I was saying.
I am feeling really good in my life. More honesty. More openness. More vulnerability. It's nice. I need to get back into my gym routine. It's been an off week.
My room is so bare. I took down all my posters in preparation for shipping back home. My shelves are slowly emptying as I pack things away. Organizing between what's staying here in storage, what's being shipped in boxes, and what is coming on the plane with me. My life has been so mobile the past few years. Moving in and out of places every six months or so isn't fun, necessarily. In fact, it's quite a pain in the ass. But it's still a nice feeling, getting ready to go back to a place that you love to see people you love.
We were all talking about how crazy time is. This time last year I was mentally preparing myself to head to Australia after what would turn out to be one of the best summers of my life. Hannah was planning her wedding. So weird. Time is one of those silent thieves, stealing the years out from under our noses. But through our losses of days and months and years, we gain so much.
To wrap this up, I guess I'll just state that I am going to (hopefully) see Incubus in concert on August 19th in Austin with Compton. I'm asking for two tickets for my birthday and my mom has already told me that she'd give me the money for 'em. I just have to keep my fingers crossed that I can actually get the tickets. They go on sale on the 16th and I'm going to buy them ASAP. I'm very much looking forward to that. I may eat mushrooms, but I'm undecided for a number of reasons. First of all, I've never been in a situation like that under the influence of psychedelic drugs. Second of all, if I have a bad trip, I will have nowhere to escape to besides to just leave and I don't want to ruin the entire concert by freaking out. On the other hand, should everything go according to plan, it would be an amazing experience. Who knows.
I will be home in four days.
I am feeling really good in my life. More honesty. More openness. More vulnerability. It's nice. I need to get back into my gym routine. It's been an off week.
My room is so bare. I took down all my posters in preparation for shipping back home. My shelves are slowly emptying as I pack things away. Organizing between what's staying here in storage, what's being shipped in boxes, and what is coming on the plane with me. My life has been so mobile the past few years. Moving in and out of places every six months or so isn't fun, necessarily. In fact, it's quite a pain in the ass. But it's still a nice feeling, getting ready to go back to a place that you love to see people you love.
We were all talking about how crazy time is. This time last year I was mentally preparing myself to head to Australia after what would turn out to be one of the best summers of my life. Hannah was planning her wedding. So weird. Time is one of those silent thieves, stealing the years out from under our noses. But through our losses of days and months and years, we gain so much.
To wrap this up, I guess I'll just state that I am going to (hopefully) see Incubus in concert on August 19th in Austin with Compton. I'm asking for two tickets for my birthday and my mom has already told me that she'd give me the money for 'em. I just have to keep my fingers crossed that I can actually get the tickets. They go on sale on the 16th and I'm going to buy them ASAP. I'm very much looking forward to that. I may eat mushrooms, but I'm undecided for a number of reasons. First of all, I've never been in a situation like that under the influence of psychedelic drugs. Second of all, if I have a bad trip, I will have nowhere to escape to besides to just leave and I don't want to ruin the entire concert by freaking out. On the other hand, should everything go according to plan, it would be an amazing experience. Who knows.
I will be home in four days.
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