In the middle of all my moving chaos I failed to report back on the Frank Turner concert. Let's just say it was everything I needed. Aside from his potty mouth, which I can always do without, he's a fantastic performer with great audience rapport and an absolutely charming British accent! I thought I'd share my favorite of his songs, the one that first introduced me to him and one that sort of sums up my wandering feelings of late.
Isn't he darling? I kind of want to eat him up.
And then another ode to the wanderer with a refrain I've caught myself singing over and over again like a melodic mantra.
It's obviously got a very political bend to it but I think the idea that we don't really know where our lives will take us is an important one. I've spent a lot of time thinking I could plan what would happen and where I will go next and how things will turn out but other than knowing the direction I'm moving at this exact moment in time I really don't have any idea what life has in store for me. I can only fall back on the aforementioned faith and hope that everything will turn out the way it's supposed to (and as long as I'm moving and trying my best I completely believe that it will!)