So, um, forgive me for being a little behind here, but…WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO SUMMER?!?

I guess my summer was pretty consumed with tour–booking it, being on it, and then wallowing in self-pity over not being on it. And travel in general. I literally went to or drove through Charlotte every single week of June through mid-August.

But…October? Halfway through? Already? That just seems a bit excessive.

I have literally given my birthday–2 days from now–ZERO thought, other than half-hearted attempt to coerce a few friends to have a couple drinks (though, in all fairness, I did make birthday plans a couple months ago that have since been squashed, so it’s not entirely for lack of trying). Mostly, I’m just refusing to accept that it could already be late enough in the year for my birthday.

I think I’m mostly just sad about missing those great summer nights outside on the lake, or camping, or sitting on the hood of someone’s car, or beer’s on someone’s deck. I spent most of my summer nights sitting behind a merch table, bemoaning the two drink rule, watching my favorites be amazing, and being ready to move on to the next city. Even in the constant coming and going–maybe even because of it–I was more restless than usual.

There’s something about both fall and spring that make me restless. Probably the promise of starting over, the excitement of something new. I never realized how much I’ve counted on summer to be content and settled.

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