It is nearly four months since we left Los Angeles, and we are finally beginning to unpack our things. Funny thing is, Raegan and I both had the experience of realizing we didn't hardly need half our crap.

After crossing the country in our camper, carrying nothing but a suitcase full of clothes, then living together in my parents' place for three months, wearing whatever would fit in two drawers, requiring only our laptops for work, it's a strange feeling to start pulling out useless kitchy knick-knacks we've been living comfortably without and try to figure out where they should go, when where they should probably go is in the garbage. My closet's too small and everything feels like junk.

I'm still dying to set up my drums and play, though. That hasn't changed.