This past weekend I went to the city and the state fair with some friends. I have never been to the state fair, but I have been to numerous county fairs, which are a common thing in a small town. However, Home Free, an acapella group I love was performing, so I had to go to see them. We got to the city Saturday afternoon, where I had been several times before. It was just another day with shopping eating, but then at night we decided to go for a walk in a beautiful little park a little ways away, and it was so nice. The scenery was beautiful and the walk was nice and relaxing. But on the drive back, I couldn’t help but think about how something about the city at night makes me feel an odd sense of happiness. The lights, the people, something. Something gives me this overwhelming sense of peace, and all I could think about was how for the first time in what feels like forever, I was so happy I could cry.
The next day at the state fair, the first thing I noticed was that the roads were paved. Paved! Every fair I had ever been to had been held in a grass/dirt field. But what I found the most surprising was that it was just a glorified version of the country fair. Food, rides, animals, machinery, and beer- everything my small county fair had every year. It was just bigger, with more people, and pavement. Overall, I wasn’t that impressed. The state fair, I decided, is for city people.
Then there was the concert. That amazing concert with that amazing band. It was my third time seeing Home Free, but the magic was there just like the first time. Seeing them on stage, being able to actually see their faces, and hearing their vices in person- it’s electrifying. As always, they did a signing after a concert. It’s an amazing feeling being able to go up and see their faces right in front of you, to have them talk to you, and make eye contact with you. It’s extraordinary.
But even though the concert was absolutely spectacular, I think the drive home was my favorite. It was a beautiful night, and the stars were so bright and magical, and I got sit and really talk with one of my best friends. For the first time, I was finally able to open up about some of what I’ve been feeling. It was so nice to feel as though someone cared about me. Someone actually listened to what I felt and didn’t tell me it was wrong to be feeling what I felt. I could finally except that the friends I have in college are not the friends I have in high school; these friends actually care about me, and want the best for me. What may have seemed small to others, was a huge breakthrough for me in that car last night. I think I will finally start to feel better. Overall it was a great weekend, and exactly what I needed after such a stressful two weeks and several breakdowns. This weekend reminded me that, like Home Free says, “Everything will be okay.”