Like a Desert Mirage
All that glitters is also full of dust, sweat, happy tears, and sore feet. It’s so hard to conceptualize the fact that I got to do something I’d been dreaming about for 15 years, and now it’s over. Not only did it happen, but it lived up to my expectations, and I never want that feeling to end. If you know me and you’re reading this, I know what you’re probably thinking - “Will Analisse ever stop talking about Coachella?” The answer is…eventually.
There’s just something so intoxicatingly beautiful about a shared experience with thousands of other people. We all felt the hot desert sun on our skin. We all stood in line to hydrate with lukewarm water. We all had to withstand smelly port o potties. I can confidently say that I would stand in an hour-long smelly bathroom line just to experience Gagachella again (thank you mother monster!!!).
To the friends who truly understood what getting to Coachella, finally, has meant to me - you were part of this experience. The outpouring of texts and dms I got really surprised me, in the most heartwarming way. It’s difficult for me not to tie my emotions back to the tumultuous couple of years I have had - the guilt I feel for talking about it so often eats me up constantly. But for the first time in two years I felt like I’ve been able to forge a path forward and that I should be experiencing the life I’ve always wanted for myself.
Over the last couple of decades (aging myself, oops) I’ve been to so many festivals and I always said my swan song would be Coachella, and I’d be fulfilled after that…but my mind has changed, and I will be back for more. I left a lil part of myself in Indio, I guess I just need to go back for her every April <3
