JANUARY 2013Ten days prior to the New Year, I finally returned...

JANUARY 2013

Ten days prior to the New Year, I finally returned home after 100 days on the road by myself, touring with After the Witch Hunt. I had traversed 13,000 miles and spent a lot of time in the company of my own whimsy. When I came home, it was to the childhood home I’d grown up in, living with my mom, brother, uncle, three pets, and a loving partner in the next city. After being so wildly independent, the comfort disturbed me a bit. The steadiness, the calm, all of it was so quiet. When Miles brought up living together in the near future, I shot him down with “maybe in like, four years.”

I’d quit my day job to tour, and when I came home I had to reassess what it meant to live as a full-time-poet without being on the road the whole time. With the new year budding (something I’ve always taken a lot of stock in) I began setting goals, making lists, and biting my nails. My New Year’s Resolution was to “balance.” …Whatever that means.

(The above photograph was taken on December 31, 2012. I think it’s symbolic that I’m alone in this picture. Alone and drinking.)