the last postcard

Hey, it's Oscar
I hope you're ok,
This is the last time I'm writing you. I mean, not in a dark way, it's just the last trip of the year.
I'm going home now.
At the beginning of this year, I decided to meet artists and write music in a new country every month.
Out of the 12 places I went to / From this, I wrote 10 songs.
This was by far the most exciting, challenging, and tiring thing I've ever done.
After spending my entire life writing music in my bedroom I wanted to go out and explore.
I guess I also wanted to find people like me, who loved music as much as I do.
Growing up in Paris, studying in private schools, I never had friends pushing me in that direction.
And the only people I met doing music told me to sing in French.
But I don't know anything about French music. I never did.
I remember falling in love with music after watching Robbie Williams play Knebworth on YouTube,
after dancing over this Fatboy Slim CD I found in the closet,
and after my dad played Satisfaction for me and my best friend in the car.
From then, it was just me and the music I found on the internet.
I learned guitar in my room, by playing some songs I liked.
I recorded my first song on my computer after class, and shot a video with my camera.
This is what music was and still is for me.
I never had anyone to ask for advice, and I never asked for it.
Yet I needed to.
And that's why I left.
Over the year, I made some new friends and I lost some.
I've been happy so many times and sad all the time.
I drank coconut water and ate pastrami sandwiches.
I smiled a lot and cried once.
I heard some good songs and bad ones.
I drove an old bmw and took the subway.
I wore a beanie and walked barefoot.
I broke my guitar and I found you.
And that's why I'm going home now.
I'll see you soon,
Oscar