Heading into this weekend, I really had no idea what to expect. I’ve loved the idea of running away to a music festival for so long, and I was a little worried that my expectations and all the hype wouldn’t quite add up in the end.
Let me just say right now: all of my expectations were completely blown into the sky like fireworks on a warm summer night by the time I packed my bags and drove away from Wayhome.
This past weekend has been one of the best of my life to date. I knew I would love the music (Odesza? Lowell? Alvvays? How could I not!?) but what I didn’t anticipate was all of the other magic that came along with the incredible lineup. I learned how to pitch a tent, made so many amazing new friends, and ran across a massive field in the middle of a rainstorm screaming. I explored the Etsy booths in search of treasures, ate way too much veggie poutine, and danced until I physically couldn’t move anymore. Every night I fell asleep listening to dreamy sounds fading off into the distance, and every morning I woke up with the sun in my eyes and a smile on my face.
Best of all, I got to spend almost every second with one of the most amazing women I’ve ever met. Meghan somehow kept up with me (for the most part) from start to finish, and I can’t imagine having spent the past few days with anyone else. Both of us really needed this weekend away from the city to have a bit of fun, and I think we’ve both arrived back in Toronto ready to take on the world.
The only question on our minds? What’s our next adventure!
