I feel like a star today, ready to go, ready to burn, excited for the future, but I've got about five points and on each one sits srsfrustration. Little things.
No, it's more like
1. frustration
2. anticipation
3. nerves
4. paranoia
5. heat haze
I swear, it all comes back to the heat. And just this overwhelming anticipation of the week, and the year, to come. I'm so excited for it all, but it's bound for the crazy-lane and I'm nervous about how I'll hang on.
Okay, kiddo, quit talking in metaphor. Now's good.
One thing I will miss about this dreaded week in the woods is the privacy and the freedom I only get here. To leave doors open, to close doors tight, to disgust myself, to laugh at myself, to run around, to sit on my arse, but most of all, to play my guitar outside, belting through the trees, or to sit on my staircase with all its wonderful acoustics, serenading a tiny white kitten.
It's not so bad here, really. I just have this terrible fear of stillness and immobility, and therefore is Connecticut treacherous to me.
Back East Tomorrow.
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