Well hello again. I decided to resurrect this blog, even though my life is no longer interesting and European, because I miss writing it. So here is the reincarnation, with a new name but the same author and the same attitude towards life in general: amazed, bemused, confused, but hopefully gracious and thankful as well.
So here I am, once more, in Lewis Hall. It has the same Lewis smell that I remember so well from freshman year, a smell that still brings nervous excitement to the surface of my emotions even as a prepare for a rather low-key semester. In my 3 days of class, I've read 2 books, started another, realized I forgot everything about music theory, and had a minor crisis over what to do about the future. Busy indeed. It feels like I've been here for months already. In fact, did I ever leave at all? I wouldn't believe it if I didn't have the pictures to prove it. It's lovely to be back home on campus, but also a little disconcerting-- many of my friends are abroad this semester, and their laughter is noticeably absent from my conversations. They are dearly missed.
Last night, Libby threw me a surprise birthday party and invited some of our abroad friends over for cake. Apparently, any normal person would have realized what was up, because about half of the attendees accidentally made some mention of the event to my face during the day. But ignorance is bliss, and boy was I blissful yesterday. I was completely taken aback when 10 people crashed into the room with a cake and a lively rendition of "Happy Birthday." It was so nice, I felt all warm and fuzzy inside. Possibly in part because I was wearing my moose sweatshirt, running shorts, and big fuzzy socks, which I probably would not have willingly elected to display in company. Oh well, hopefully they still like me despite my dubious wardrobe choices.
That was actually my second surprise party of the year, On my actual birthday during orchestra tour, my friends threw a party at the hotel we were staying at in Orlando, complete with food and adult beverages which I can now legally consume. I have wonderful friends, truly. And speaking of orchestra tour, it was great-- we travelled around the gulf coast, giving concerts and watching the Bourne trilogy on the bus. Now I'm definitely ready to stop my nomadic lifestyle for awhile and buckle down to do some work. PLS is already reminding me of its wonderful but formidable demands. Juries for the Music department are in 3 weeks. But I can't say I'm not happy. I am, just in a different way. Happy for the opportunities ahead, excited to learn and discover.
And so my subject of conversation shifts from Big Ben to homework. Such is life. Everything is a phase, constantly in flux, a pattern of motion. (Who said that? Heraclitus? I think so.) Obliging. Adaptable. That's what I'll be.
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