I just realized it's been a LONG time since I last posted. So here I am.
I finally, finally settled on some rep, worked things out with a pianist, and set a recital date: June 6th, a mere week away. And I still haven't really learned the Brahms sonata yet, nor had a single rehearsal. This should be exciting. Not that I'm worried, mind you, as the rep isn't terribly hard and I'm just doing this for fun anyways. Then agian, a part of me really wants to impress people, since I haven't really performed here in Madison for four years now; not only that, I feel I've made a lot of progress this year, and for my own sake, I'd really like it to show. But that's all just vanity.
I manged to get accepted to live at International House this fall. It's true I'll be moving back into a small room, similar to the ones at Eastman, and probably eating dorm food at least once a day. But it's affordable, and the facilities there look great, and it'll be so exciting to be living around people from all over the world. Now I'll have two communities to make friends in, which is good, because I need all the chances I can to not alienate people. And yeah it's a dorm, but everyone's over 21, so (hopefully) I won't have to deal with any of that stupid "dorm drama".
In two weeks I head to Tanglewood. Well, I guess it's more like 2 and a half weeks. It'll be strange, because I'm not coming home afterwards. Once I'm gone, I'm gone. It's almost like leaving for college in many respects, kind of like a prelude to my new studies. All of that said, I can't wait to leave, not out of any sense of annoyance or discontent with my current situation, but out of a need for Newness, an "adventure", if you will. I'm sure living in New York will definitely be an adventure, at least at first. I feel like a bumpkin moving to The Big City. It's not that I haven't visited plenty of big cities before, but never really at length, and I've certainly never lived in or even near to one. After a few visits to NYC it seems life there is VERY different from any place I've lived before, and I suppose thank goodness for that. Time to move on. In more ways than one.
I finally, finally settled on some rep, worked things out with a pianist, and set a recital date: June 6th, a mere week away. And I still haven't really learned the Brahms sonata yet, nor had a single rehearsal. This should be exciting. Not that I'm worried, mind you, as the rep isn't terribly hard and I'm just doing this for fun anyways. Then agian, a part of me really wants to impress people, since I haven't really performed here in Madison for four years now; not only that, I feel I've made a lot of progress this year, and for my own sake, I'd really like it to show. But that's all just vanity.
I manged to get accepted to live at International House this fall. It's true I'll be moving back into a small room, similar to the ones at Eastman, and probably eating dorm food at least once a day. But it's affordable, and the facilities there look great, and it'll be so exciting to be living around people from all over the world. Now I'll have two communities to make friends in, which is good, because I need all the chances I can to not alienate people. And yeah it's a dorm, but everyone's over 21, so (hopefully) I won't have to deal with any of that stupid "dorm drama".
In two weeks I head to Tanglewood. Well, I guess it's more like 2 and a half weeks. It'll be strange, because I'm not coming home afterwards. Once I'm gone, I'm gone. It's almost like leaving for college in many respects, kind of like a prelude to my new studies. All of that said, I can't wait to leave, not out of any sense of annoyance or discontent with my current situation, but out of a need for Newness, an "adventure", if you will. I'm sure living in New York will definitely be an adventure, at least at first. I feel like a bumpkin moving to The Big City. It's not that I haven't visited plenty of big cities before, but never really at length, and I've certainly never lived in or even near to one. After a few visits to NYC it seems life there is VERY different from any place I've lived before, and I suppose thank goodness for that. Time to move on. In more ways than one.
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