It's strange not having picked up an instrument in over eight months. It's hard taking the train into work sometimes. But it's important to finally have an address. Friends to go out with on the weekends. Inside jokes that don't have to be caught up on. Simple things like falling for someone and not having to rely on texts for seven weeks. Ordering at restaurants without setting fire to your bank account. I could go on but it sounds ungrateful. Which no. You don't leave your hometown and see the world... you don't come to the close of a thing like that without shaking your head at how much you've been given.
And it's only the close of an exact thing. In whatever form, I'm sure that Matt Joynt realizes a coffin is sometimes only a bed. I know that Dan, Seth, Jamie, Erica, and Jer aren't done, whether it's music or otherwise. Andrew Dost took a year off and is back at it. I'd like to think that I'm not exactly finished, either.
So here's one last post before I stop acknowledging this site's mascot. I'd be lying if I said I didn't get a kick out of anchoring my posts with a quarter page Field of Dreams banner. It's absurd. I know it. But I also know I get misty whenever the movie comes on. It's a reminder to listen to voices. It's a reminder to create illogically. It's a reminder to talk to ghosts and it's a reminder to ease pain. Maybe that raises the bar too high here. But I figure why not build it.