As I am listening to the tracker from Gothenburg, Sweden, I can gladly announce that I have surrendered … 🙂
For a painful month I have tried to persuade myself that I have seen two Springsteen shows in my life, that it was a great, great blessing – and that it was enough.
It was a terrible month. (I must add that other factors attributed to my misery, too.)
Yes, I am still a responsible person who will not squander my retirement money by following Bruce Springsteen around for the rest of his (or my) life. But I can try to earn some extra money. I can start saving immediately.
The part of my trip in England that I hated was the travelling. In SA we go by car to wherever we want to go. A reliable public transport system does not exist here. The result is congested roads and a terrible accident rate. But mostly you get where you want to be. Alive. Mostly.
I hated it so much that I did not want to repeat it. (Without my wonderful friend who knows the ropes, I would probably still have been wandering around England).
It took me a month to realize I will probably survive it a second time. And it will be worth it.
So: If and when he tours again, I hope to make it again. One show, two … who knows? England again, where my friend’s daughter lives? Norway, where my son lives?
I don’t know.
But I know the dream is alive again.
And it feels GOOD.