On Tour

I suppose its a good thing I can’t sing or play guitar because I’d hate all the touring if I ever became a successful musician. 

I’m back at school now after another long drive on Saturday.  In the almost three years that I’ve been attending school, I’ve driven back and forth twelve times, approximately eight hours and four hundred miles each way.  Which adds up to a total of almost ninety-six hours and a staggering four thousand eight hundred miles on the road.  And frankly, that is plenty for me.  I couldn’t imagine how many hours and miles I’d clock if I was a rock star.  And I really don’t want to.

It’s not just the time on the road that is the worst part.  In fact, the past few times I’ve driven home and back to school haven’t been that bad at all.  It helps that I bust out my old burned CDs with miscellaneous music on them.  It’s entertaining to me and keeps me occupied to listen to old songs that I had forgotten about.  It helps the time pass.  The worst part is the constant transitioning.  I can’t seem to sit still.  When I get used to staying at school, it’s time to pack up and go home.  And just when I start to get used to the comforts of home, it’s time to pack up and go back to school.  I can’t find a safe place to rest, to settle myself.  Even though I have a place to call home, it doesn’t really do me much good when I’m away from there half the year.  I spend my time at school wanting to be at home and the time at home dreading going back to school.  This is another reason why I couldn’t be a rock star.  I couldn’t imagine the constant moving, always coming and going and never having anywhere to settle.

But soon all the transitioning will be over.  At least when it comes to school.  This trip back to school was my final trip back to school.  I only have two classes and ten weeks left until I graduate.  Then I’ll take another trip back home and I’ll finally be finished (and let me just add that I never ever want to come back to this city again).  Naturally, I’ll have to transition into my own apartment after transitioning from slacker to worker but I’ll worry about that later.  I’m just trying to reach small goals right now and as of right now, I just have to get through these final weeks and then I can finally settle down on a long-term basis.

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But wait, if I ever became a successful author, wouldn’t I have to go on book tours?!