self

Right now I am writing from my room in upstate New York, where I grew up since we moved from the Catskills when I was seven. I am allergic to this house, and my cat, however these are not good enough reasons to not come back. 

After an incident in Boston earlier today that set back my travels a few hours, I found myself sitting on my train to New Haven, CT from Boston, while trying to sleep, and failing. Earlier that day, I had left my wallet on Bus 39 to Back Bay Station, and when I looked through my bag to pull out my train ticket, I noticed it wasn't there. I had 20 minutes to get on the train, which I knew I wouldn't make, and called my parents to explain my situation. Devastated and very emotionally unstable at this point, I sat down outside, a few feet away from some chatty homeless people, and spent a few minutes on the phone with the MBTA explaining my situation. The man on the phone told me to call back and he would put me on the air with that specific Bus Terminal P.I.C. Having my guitar by my side and a few potential audience members, I pulled out a quarter as a temporary pick and began strumming, because I knew at this point there was nothing that could make me feel better- except for music. A business man clad in an expensive suit sat down next to me with a sandwich, and at that moment I felt obligated to play a song. Even though it was Michelle Branch's "Goodbye to You", it was something, and it was enough for him to compliment me on my performance. Feeling a small pang of hope, I called the MBTA once more after I was done playing to see if my wallet was in possession by someone. Anyways, long story short they had it and nothing in the wallet had been stolen. I went to pick the wallet up and got a train home a few hours later.

Now, you might be thinking, "Wow, that's pure luck." But I really do believe this stuff happens for a reason. Places and times and coincidences are of course huge components, but it's situations like this that really make me think about energy and forces all around us that- to some people- is known as God or a higher power, but for me, I guess it all comes down to Karma. Faith in the people around us. Hope that the world is actually not as fucked up as everyone assumes it to be- that somehow, the bad evens out with the good.

In other news, tonight there was heat lightning- and eventually pouring rain- but I did get a chance to sit outside and watch it. It feels good to be in the presence of nature again. I forget about it easily in Boston.

Maybe I really am turning into a hippie. What's so wrong with that anyway?