Today consisted of me waking up, dragging my two suitcases and my guitar up the stairs, heading off to the airport to wait two hours for my flight, waiting another 40 minutes on the tarmac, and then the shortest 2 hour flight I've ever taken.

And now, I'm home. It feels right this time. Safe. Fulfilling. I'm happy here.

This could be the last summer all of us are in the state at the same time. So Dan and I have decreed that bonfires, acoustic shows, trips to the beach, and random invasions of the Giannis' pool are in effect for the remainder of the summer.

And I couldn't be more excited about it.


So this is going to be the summer they'll be talking about for years to come.

It has been decreed.