So there's a four-day pagan music festival in Georgia in May 2016. We are going, it seems amazing and I'm gonna meet SJ Tucker. I am stupid excited, don't get me wrong.
But.
For about an hour we thought it was THIS May, in two months May. And the part of my brain that wants to cry with wanderlust shut up for an hour at the thought of being somewhere I've never been in two months, in a whole other state for a little while.
And now its fuckinng deafening, because it's gonna be a whole year before I get to get it out of my system.
I really hope moving shuts the wanderlust up because I am going to either cry or scream or hop on a bus to get it to stop soon.
But.
For about an hour we thought it was THIS May, in two months May. And the part of my brain that wants to cry with wanderlust shut up for an hour at the thought of being somewhere I've never been in two months, in a whole other state for a little while.
And now its fuckinng deafening, because it's gonna be a whole year before I get to get it out of my system.
I really hope moving shuts the wanderlust up because I am going to either cry or scream or hop on a bus to get it to stop soon.