Today was one of those days where you wake up too late, have too much to do and end up feeling rushed through your day. You blink, and all of a sudden it's eleven thirty at night. Be forewarned, I apologize if this entry is neither coherent or interesting and I know I usually post about stories, experiences, or things of that ilk but today is going
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I do understand this. I'm frequently struck by wanderlust and the desire for new things (not just new locations, but new everythings). I drove from Northern Virginia to North Carolina once to pick up a friend from college, and if I had to pick the moment I felt most at home, it would be when I was alone on that road with nothing but trees around me and the road stretching out in front of me.
I tell people that and they give me weird looks. XD
I've never really felt sad about leaving, though. I mostly just feel sad when I get back.
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I still feel sad when I get back. It's like crashing into a brick wall from a full run. I pace around my home and tell myself "I should be doing something...!" but there's nothing to do.. Haha.
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Six weeks isn't very long, really, plenty of things take longer than that. =D
And good luck for your tour!
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And thank you for the well wishes on tour. Believe me, when you're on the road, you need ALL the luck you can get!
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