After a week away from the city, it is funny to return and realize that my life just continued on without me in it. Sometimes when you leave, it really does feel like all the parts of your world are just going to stop and wait for you to return. Friends won't have news of all this exciting shit that went down while you were gone; pets won't die, coworkers won't lose their job or steal yours. Almost like that stale beer that's been sitting stagnant on the nightstand for five nights straight - stagnancy seems comfortable if you are not around to witness the events that would be or should be your daily life.
But that's not how it happens, is it? Everything simply continues. In a city this big where you literally have everything and nothing at all at the same exact time, life does not stop for anyone. And so, you can hide from this and let it freak you the fuck out like I did for the first couple of days, or you can learn to embrace the fact that whether you like it or not, you are a tiny, tiny thing within the whole of something huge. In the end, if you are home with your heart or very far away from it indeed, wherever you go, there you are. And that is where life is.
Such is vacation. Getting away from real life only to realize that you might actually have a heart at home after all.
Anywho, America's birthday is coming up. It's the holiday I always think should be my favorite because it is the one day of the year where it is completely okay for me to eat hot dogs. It's a cultural norm and I can't help thinking how great that is. If you are plan-less, or in the process of planning your day, consider this:
The Growlers and My Pet Saddle will be playing (amazing) sets. Art, food, booze, dancing, sunset, fireworks & people dressed in super cool clothes. If you need more motivation then just show up and I'll lend you some of mine :)
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