whiskeychick

Headed West young man, haven't you been told?


I have to brag somewhere and since my other social feeds have been infiltrated by family members and people who can't know yet, I'm going to announce it here:

I AM GOING HOME!!!!!!

I moved to rural Oklahoma from Phoenix, AZ almost four years ago, and in that time I've done everything I can to embrace country living to the point that I am a bit torn about leaving, but at the same time, I'm a city girl. Always have been, always will be. I miss random local restaurants. I miss neighbors that lived close enough I could talk to them daily. I miss having family around to help with the kids. I MISS FUCKING PUNK SHOWS! That's really what I miss the most. Live music with a SHRED of talent and showmanship and grit. Granted, for those not into the local music thing, it may not seem like much, but to watch someone you work with in a cubicle farm go completely batshit crazy on a stage and be everything their micro-managed oppression hates is just a blast and I FUCKING MISS IT.

Anyhow, I have a few months to go here, AND we're keeping the house and the property so we're not REALLY leaving, we're just not really staying anymore either. Whew! I feel better bursting with that bit of juicy information.