On the verge of my 23rd birthday, I sit here typing and reflecting on my summer plans made back in April. Among these goals of making money and growing a garden, the primary focus revolved around music festivals. Just three short months ago it seemed as if music festivals were my pathway to fun and happiness. So I shelled out the big bucks and purchased a four day pass for All Good Music Festival in Masontown, WV from July 8th –July 11th. Today is July 10th, so how am I updating my blog from a festival/campout you ask?
Answer? I left. After a decently fun Thursday night and an overwhelming environment that included rain on Friday, a good friend, Erin, and I decided this was not our scene. In some ways we both believed that we encapsulated the hippie spirit… then we went to All Good. The combination of muddy fields, people everywhere, smelly clothes, and songs that lasted twenty minutes each was more than we could handle. Filled with a sense of maturity, respect, and acceptance, we concluded this was not our scene. We are liberal intellectuals at best, not tripped out, tie-dyeing wearing hula-hoopers. So we packed our bags and trudged around the mountainous fields searching for our escape. Lost in the vast field of everything looking the same, we anxiously clicked the car alarm key and tried to believe with each step that the car was just around the corner. Three hours later, a car alarm never brought such a high. With a quick kiss of the car and waves of relief pouring over both of us, we rolled out of Masontown as fast as possible.
Going home to a warm shower, a plethora of water, and clean clothes felt all good, all good.
"Accept what you're not and move on." - Erin Clark
