Homesick for a place that doesn’t exist…

As I was watching this video earlier, I saw this pop up in the comments: “This video makes me homesick for a place that doesn’t exist.” The video and that comment both hit extra hard today. Borderline existential crisis type stuff. Even the girl right around :17 seconds into the video. She’s us. That was us in the crowd. Young, vibrant, healthy - no clue what lay ahead. Don’t get me wrong, I’m grateful for where I am in life and the people who are in my life. But sometimes it’s hard to accept that that time has passed. That the years ahead are fewer than the years behind. Whether you saw shows like this at the Moore in Seattle, Congress Street Station in Savannah, the Music Farm in Charleston, the Coach House in Capo, or whatever small venue you haunted… …these are all just memories now. I’m grateful to have those memories. I’m grateful to have been there. I’m grateful to have been a part of it, with all of you. But, damn, I miss it all. I am indeed homesick for a place that doesn’t exist. Happy Friday, peeps.