an old favorite.

I’ve lost focus and perspective and grounding and all that common-sense nonsense.

I can’t stop dreaming of home—past ones, present, and future. This is unexpected and causing much more harm than good. Not harm, per se—it’s just getting in the damn way

I’ve been doing nothing but listening to Iron and Wine, Bon Iver, Mumford and Songs, and Band of Horses over and over again—and only a few songs of each, at that. I still love them four but I’m more than a little excited to get back to the states and expand my music collection/selection.

Yes, that’s the only reason I want to go back.

jk

“

Please, remember me happily
By the rosebush laughing
With bruises on my chin, the time when
We counted every black car passing
Your house beneath the hill
And up until someone caught us in the kitchen
With maps, a mountain range, a piggy bank
A vision too removed to mention

“The Trapeze Swinger,” Iron and Wine