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Home is where the heart is, and i am long gone. I hate living half-assed, but i can't help it. I am two months away from moving to Asheville, NC (finally, after 5 years of wanting to do so.) My heart - in every way - is there. And for two months, everything will be numb and blurry. My mind, heart, and soul is there, and my body isn't. None of this matters anymore. A last few things to take care of, a last few gigs to perform, and i'm free. For now, i feel like a ghost. An observer. This is not my place anymore. (It never really was. I've never loved Cleveland.)
I almost look forward to being able to - many months from now - come back and visit friends and family, and be able to breath easier, and smile. Be a part, instead of a ghost.
But for now, this limbo is killing me.
I almost look forward to being able to - many months from now - come back and visit friends and family, and be able to breath easier, and smile. Be a part, instead of a ghost.
But for now, this limbo is killing me.