I realize I quite literally just posted on this blog, but I had more words stuck in my head.
This weekend I had the chance to see Billy Joel in concert in Minneapolis. It was pretty amazing. I can tell you that 35,000 people singing a long to Piano Man was probably one of the most amazing experiences of my entire life. I feel comfortable telling you this and not blowing my anonymity for a few reasons:
- I do not live anywhere even close to Minneapolis and I do not live in Minnesota at all.
- There were 35,000 other people at the show.
- If you really wanted to figure out my personal information, you could. This is the internet after all.
Anyway, the show was amazing. He brought out Axl Rose for a few songs at which point I started sobbing and emitting high pitched noises. Yup, I fangirled all over the place. My dad listened to a lot of Guns N Roses, AC/DC, etc while I was growing up. Music, notably rock music, has always been such a huge part of my life.
Yes, the concert was amazing (not quite as awesome as when I saw Fleetwood Mac, but close!) but I felt so alone. Even with all those people, it just felt so empty. I was surrounded by couples enjoying time together and I was jealous.
I have Sir and I love him more than I can even put into words, but we are long-distance. It bothers me, I admit that it does and I have admitted it before. I am not used to long-distance and I will tell you that it is absolutely not ideal. There is always this fear in the back of mind that it will never be anything but long-distance and that isn’t what I want in the long run. It’s probably my anxiety making me overthink, but what if it isn’t…?