Spent the evening in the muggy humidity of this Missouri summer; catching lightning bugs and drinking tea with my grandparent's. Drove home listening to country music, trying to make my car fly (to no, unfortunate success). This month has treated me well and I suppose that sometimes when your not really paying attention life has a way of getting really good.
I've been thinking a lot lately how sometimes certain combinations of literature, music, film, and life really has a way of changing your whole outlook. It happened once before during my "Salinger Stage" as I will deem call it and it seems to be happening now with Vonnegut and Kerouac and Into the Wild and etc., etc.. There is too much going on in my head to really delve into here, but all I know is I want to take long walks and climb mountains and lay on beaches and travel the great expanse of this Earth, read books, watch great films, learn more, relax, be carefree, see great shows, create more often. Can't wait to be finished with school so I can leave this place, move somewhere near a beach or some mountains and away
from all this flat land.
I'll be road tripping to Indiana mid-July, I strangely enjoy long car rides by myself. Looking incredibly forward to it. In the meantime I cannot recall the last time i was so busy or the last time I've been so happy. I suppose it's a collective coming together of things in my life and having a general outlook and plan about the road I need to take. Finally, things are starting to make sense.
I swore I wasn't sleeping this summer and I guess it's one promise I'm going to keep.
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