Suddenly you’re 21 and you’re screaming along in your car to all the songs you used to listen to when you were sad in middle school and everything is different but everything is good
I miss walnut cove. I miss Josh and his friends who aren’t trying to impress anyone, who have better conversations than these college kids with larger than life egos, rarely humbling themselves enough to show some authenticity.
I miss home and not having to feel “boring” for just feeling laid back and preferring to chill rather than party. I’d live in the art studios and work morning till night if they had a proper bed and shower.
I just want some quiet, the comfort of my boy next to me, and the freedom to work as I please.