The Becoming Unbecoming Tour Diary #6
when i was a kid, i went to the beach with my family once every couple years. and being an only child, i usually kept to myself. i didn’t really love asking anyone to play mermaids or to be my friend, i preferred to do something quiet and out of the way. so, I would grab a pair of the largest goggles you’ve ever seen (no snorkel, it only kept me down) and I would wade out into the ocean and dive for shells for hours. my mom used to complain that this would make her panic because every time she’d look up to check on me I would have my feet straight up, only coming up for air and allowing her a glimpse of me for 10 second increments before catching my breath and diving back down. after days and days of being upside down, at mercy of the waves, and hauling as many shells as I could carry back to shore, I would sleep warm (from the sunburn) and hard (from the exercise) for 9 hours straight on the drive from florida back to tennessee.
this sleep is the kind i yearn for now, and the kind I get almost exclusively on tour.
i’m just now back from our month long break, and the first couple days of the second US leg of the becoming unbecoming tour have already knocked me out. i spend most of my show days running around like a chicken with it’s head cut off and most of my travel days sleeping or yapping or staring blissfully out the window. this go round i am lucky to have a few true off days here and there, days where i actually just get to be in the city that i am in and i am so excited for them. few things in life please me more than spending money on things i don’t need and listening to an album or a podcast with a frilly drink in hand. (not pictured, maybe on the next installment.)
