Guitar Friend

I miss my guitar. This is the only picture I could find of me with it. I'm listening to Ingrid Michaelson right now...she's just strumming away at her guitar. And all I can think is, 'I want my guitar.' Like, it's making me ache.

So, it's probably a good thing I'll be reunited with it soon. I didn't bring it to D.C. with me because of money...or lack thereof. But it will definitely be accompanying me to Seattle.

It's a piece of me...like an arm or a leg. I'm missing a ligament. :)

Anyway. I'm going to New York next weekend. It will be the greatest trip known to man. And then, I'll say goodbye to D.C. on the 15th. Bitter/sweet, but definitely more sweet than bitter.

I just realized...I've never named my guitar. Do you think I should? Is it like a boat? Does it need a name? Does that mean I don't love it that much?

Maybe I'll call it Guitar Friend. :)