traveling is work and going home is a holiday.
my life is backwards. my life is weird.
i’m home for a 5 day break in the middle of a month-long tour. i was talking to JM today and was telling him i didn’t realize how tired i was until i got home. i don’t sleep well on a bus. i think there was two nights out of 2 weeks where i felt like i slept even a little bit. i hear people getting in and out of their bunks and opening and closing the doors and i feel like i am missing something. there might be people having fun without me. and i toss and turn and wake up and think we are running off the road. i can’t explain the terror of being startled awake in a small, dark bunk and feeling the rumble strips and feeling like you are running off the road and/or off of a cliff. there was one night that jon and i were texting each other our goodbyes. anyways, i can’t sleep while i’m away. it’s been a pretty fun tour though. we’re traveling in a really nice bus. we don’t have to drive. at all. walking up and finding little pieces of flourescent tape with arrows and instructions scribbled on them leading you to catering or the bathroom. or showers. you shower when you can on the road. sometimes it’s in a hotel room. sometimes it’s prison rules and you are in a huge locker room. you can’t always be choosy. you shower when you can on the road. it’s been great getting to know jeremy camp and his band. they are great guys.
so anyways. we are heading back out in the morning for the second half of the tour.