Hometown Rehab.

So much for the whole 'I'm gonna write everyday' comment I had made a couple post ago.

But here is a little something I've been thinking about it...the power of your hometown. It's odd, because normally I'm not too jazzed up to be back in good ol' Abilene. But this trip I've realized how rare your hometown is. It is a place that you can escape without judgement. That is nice to have on hand. 

In my escape from my college life, I've been uber-productive. Sooooo many drafts of artist statements, letter of intents, blah blah blah. Maybe this high level of production has been combined with the construction workers in my house. (getting new floors, painting the entire downstairs, etc.) So without a TV, the only thing to do is to come get a cup of coffee and nurse it for 5 hours while writing. It seems so cliche...writing in a trendy coffee shop. Hey, least it's not Starbucks...right?

While I'm applying for programs for next fall I realized that this next semester is the last time I will have my hometown-escape only a day trip away. None of the programs are in Texas, so maybe I need to milk this whole hometown thing a little more this semester. I know mom and dad would love that. 

I keep using the word escape...I don't know how else to explain it though. When things just aren't going your way, the only logical thing I can think to do is drive 5 hours to Abilene. That probably seems like a cop-out. But home is where you just need to be sometimes. Even if while here all I did was watch How I Met Your Mother and substituted chocolate malts for meals (all have been happening on this trip), it's still home, and it still helps heal the soul. 

So instead of saying I ran away from some problems, I will say I'm repairing my dented and scratched soul in Hometown Rehab. 

If I Could Sing, I'd Do A Cover Of This

Hang Me Up To Dry

Cold War Kids

Why: Seems like a good 'I need an escape' song.