word to the wise: keep blankets in your car just in case you're driving home from a concert five hours from where you live in the middle of a snow storm and you get a flat tire.
i thought getting a flat tire would be a stressful and frustrating experience. instead i just laughed at it because it was so ridiculous. fortunately there are some good people out there who helped us out.
a little over twelve hours after leaving, we finally made it to joint base andrews. and it's still snowing. hard. and it looks like i won't be going home anytime soon. and i'm kind of okay with that because i don't really consider where i live to be my home anyway.
home is such an abstract thing. i have lived in my house my entire life, yet it's never really felt like home to me. i guess home is where i feel i can truly be myself, which would be with certain friends, or in my car, or at a show. i guess music is wherever the music takes me.
Home where my thought's escaping,
Home where my music's playing,
Home where my love lies waiting
Silently for me.
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