Last night was my first official night living in my new apartment. I’ve spent many nights here before, but last night was the first sleep in my real bed, and the first night going to sleep knowing that I am officially moved in. It felt good, and I slept better than I have in a really long time. It’s a strange feeling, waking up to being the only person in this home. It’s lonely, but not in a bad way. It gives me the time and space to really concentrate on what I want to get done with little or no distractions or interruptions. I haven’t really felt this creatively uninhibited before, and I’ve already begun working on a handful of music projects. The juices are flowing well; I’m where I need to be, with who I need to be with more than anything — myself. It sounds cliche, and in reality, it is very cliche. But it doesn’t really matter because I understand now the value of having time away; away from all the drama and distractions that plagued Grass Valley. This is a new start for me, and it feels fresh.
All that being said, I am going to Hawaii next week with my buddy Scott, and I couldn’t be more excited. It’s funny taking a vacation from, well… nothing really. But I feel like it will be one more nice little outing before I start class in December which for good or for bad, will take up the majority of my time over the next 2 to 3 years. So, if you want to see me, do it before I start class!