It’s nice and autumnal here in Auckland, New Zealand, and I spent this morning in appropriate hipster fashion, munching on breakfast sushi, slurping down flat whites, and lamenting my subpar cardiovascular fitness while trundling along gently undulating downtown streets. People are friendly, and there’s a big needle in space that dominates an otherwise understated skyline. I like it here.

Tonight, we play the largest ever Allen Stone Electric Mayhem Feel Good Ensemble show in Oceania, right around two thousand Aucklanders, all sing-alongy and otherwise exuberant. My comfy little house in Nashville feels every bit of 12,965 km away, and I’m tempted to have my neighbor Big Country kick down the door, erect a big ol’ sign out front that says “Take Everything,” and maybe, just maybe, your friend Trevor never comes back, content to fold into Australasia, living off of Vegemite and the promise of new adventures.