Home of the Brave

I cannot believe, that in one week from now, I’ll be seeing the mighty wolves in the UK. That in a little more than a week from now, I’ll be boarding a plane from Copenhagen to Los Angeles. That I’ll put my foot in Trumpland, for whatever now that may be. And then it’s just straight back to tourlife. We’re getting on a bus to Santa Cruz pretty instantly after landing, an 11 hour busride, but hey, that is sort of how we roll, you know?

But I’m positive. I’m excited. I think it will be all good, especially once it all starts, once we’re there, checked in and everything, it will be amazing, I am sure.

Today is a chill day. I had my last shift in the stable for now, which is bittersweet, but also good for now. I treated myself a long bath together with Savatage’s “Edge of Thorns” (what else?) and now I’m just enjoying Toto on the vinyl and sitting here writing this for all of you to read. Tomorrow will be a more intense day, I’m sure.

// Sara