God, I am going to be in Colorado in three days, Dallas in 8, and Tennessee in 22..23..24 days. I am such a blessed little girl. These nights, though nostalgic, are so healing me. James Morrison lulls at me and I am actually...happy where I'm at. The three of us make sense. I can't wait for Sufjan. Even though the circumstances were odd, they are such beautiful souls.
I love picturing this weekend. Good friends, good music, good coffee, and good hookah. He will be there and she will be there and that silly little thing that makes us connected will be there. I can't wait for the 12 hour car ride to read bits of the books I am bringing...I can't wait to glide down the slopes, not knowing what the hell I'm doing...I can't wait for Austin and Phil's gig at the 24 hour diner with the shitty coffee and Scott Miller. This feels unbelievably surreal.
Everything. Did you see that sunset? God, I love when you show me things like that.
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