When you least expect it and at the most random time in life
does one really learn how to be themselves. Whether it be on a farm with
thousands of hippies, drugs, alcohol, and only god know what else, does one
find themselves. Feel comfortable to walk around in their own skin, to breath,
smile, laugh, and dance like it’s the only one you have left. To not think
about what’s ahead, nor worry about how or where you might stay. Where one
night you get to be you around thousands of people doing exactly what you want to
be doing.
There are so many moments in less than an 8 hour span that I
would bottle and keep on a shelf if I could. Dances shared, walks to This,
That, and What the wrong stage?, to laying in the ground enjoying only one thing
around you at that one moment. Sharing little secrets that will always be and
only having to share and remember those with that one or several people. . .
Making friends, dancing with people you don’t know, walking in the rain, when
you are the one person that hates the rain more than anyone they know. When
nothing matters, not cold nights, rain, soggy fries, hot ass pizza that burnt
your mouth. Worth every bit of pain the
next day or the days to come to recover from sleep deprivation, body aches,
emotional withdrawals from the love that was felt from just a few nights being
yourself alone at the Roo.
The most unexpected, unplanned weekend on the farm turned
out to be the best so far. It will be hard to top The Farm June 9 2012.
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