For the last two months I was living like a glorified hobo, as many of my millennial contemporaries do from time to time, to experience what life is like untethered to the tight knit fabric of society. In other words, I briefly abandoned my normative adult routine to save money before embarking on an impending Midwest move. So my boyfriend, my two cats and I moved in with my mom and her two dogs to spend our final weeks in Vermont amongst friends and family. I often found myself knee deep in dirt or with a book in my hands, picking up odd jobs when my pockets shrunk and performing songs both bitter and sweet for the past and for the future. It was certainly a short lived life full of privilege and devoid of responsibility; restorative, relaxing and relatively dull.
Fast forward two months and here I am, sandwiched between the cushions of my Craigslisted couch, blogging about metaphorically pushing the pause button on my life. So I guess it’s time to resume play and get back to work. I don’t have any current news to report in regards to Xenia Dunford the product, so here’s a nice mention from my much loved, recently renounced hometown newspaper, Seven Days. “It’s Not Too Late”, off of Flesh and Bone (& Everything Within) Side A, was named Best Breakup song… unofficially.