Frankly…I am nervous to go home. I have been touring off-and-on for almost a year now. Life on the road is extremely predictable. I have my house (aka tour bus), I wake up in a different city daily, and put on a show. I count on my bus driver to know where we are going and my tour manager to tell me where to be and what to do. My schedule is pretty much pre-determined. Simple. Straightforward. Every day is full, fun and busy; and I like it that way. When on tour, work and play are in the same category; my co-workers double as my best friends and we’re together all the time.
But NOW…now that I’m suddenly NOT on tour, I have to plan every day, juggle a million different tasks (e.g., write new music, plan and create videos, etc.), take time to reconnect with friends, and I have to plan time for recreational time (or I won’t). Sadly, now that my best-friends aren’t sleeping in the bunks next to me, “hanging out” doesn’t just automatically happen anymore. We are done touring for the rest of the year. I won’t be stepping onto a tour bus and I won’t see my tour family all together for at least another 7 months. I moved to LA right before our last tour, so I feel like I am jumping into a whole new world. I don’t know many people here yet, it doesn’t really feel like home yet, and it’s overwhelming to think about making a bunch of new friends.
It’s crazy to think about, but I haven’t been in the same place for longer than 2 weeks for the past year-and-a-half. My nomad-ness has made it easy to excuse myself for not having a boyfriend, but now that I will be stationary for the next 7 months, there is NO excuse for my extreme case of “single-itis.” Grandma is going to be on my case for sure! (“You need a nice young feller….”)
Anyhow, I am nervous about jumping into life “not-on-the-road” again, but I think this will be good for me. It will force me to stretch. And everyone can use a good stretch once in awhile, right?