Long time no be
Wow, it is about that time.
There are so many on livejournal that I have not been in contact with, that i have not checked up on, and that I have no idea what is new!
I miss being as connected as I used to be, but here I am updating!
Writing isn't easy when absent of inspiration.
Life is amazingly rich and bright, but then there are the unlighted corners.
Change, transition---mostly avoided by the mass majority brings so many twists and turns--countless uncertainties and second-guessing.
I love the challenge of it all, now. I love the kick into another level independence. I will never learn anything living in a box!
There is so much to be added to life and every place has a new color, a new smell, a new kind of people...
Always unattached, I come without worries of developing bleary vision--but who doesn't surprise themselves??
Moving to Baltimore was a difficult road with potholes galore.
(the roads REALLY are nightmares here haha)
And people tell me that I am too young to already see enough in the past to know that things happen for a reason.
I do not think that you have to be any age to see how things seem to come together. Do not dismiss me for being narrow-minded in believing that (I do not really even know what I mean by it.)
Johns Hopkins and Peabody are beautiful schools, but it was still a very hard change-mostly because of how many of my perspectives have changed...
I did not think about Georgiev much this summer, because I did not pick up the cello and I was working everyday.
He is everywhere now. I haven't been able to stop relating everything back to him, thinking about everything he said, how much he inspired me, all of the beauty he convinced me I could have in my music. It seems like so much of the cello I loved-- died with him. You may think me melodramatic, but the music world is rough and he was my escape--he was the reason why I decided to practice and perform and love every bit... The truth is that most of the music world is not anything like him. I am in the center of it all now, and I have taken a completely different perspective. Maybe it is beacause HE was my perspective!
Anyway
I love the north, I love the city, I love the new and interesting people I am meeting, I love that I am finding a different way to understand music, I love that I will probably not be in the music world much longer, I love my pre-med classes, I love that my street will soon be haven for red, yellow, and orange leaves, I love that I have a garden and a wonderful housemate, I love learning music history and studying romantic period music, I love thinking about travelling...
There are sooo many things to do--i better not die soon
There is so much to write--too much to sift through and sum up! I hope that I remember to post more often....even though this one is really random.
I love and miss so many of you that I Have not seen!!
<3<3
There are so many on livejournal that I have not been in contact with, that i have not checked up on, and that I have no idea what is new!
I miss being as connected as I used to be, but here I am updating!
Writing isn't easy when absent of inspiration.
Life is amazingly rich and bright, but then there are the unlighted corners.
Change, transition---mostly avoided by the mass majority brings so many twists and turns--countless uncertainties and second-guessing.
I love the challenge of it all, now. I love the kick into another level independence. I will never learn anything living in a box!
There is so much to be added to life and every place has a new color, a new smell, a new kind of people...
Always unattached, I come without worries of developing bleary vision--but who doesn't surprise themselves??
Moving to Baltimore was a difficult road with potholes galore.
(the roads REALLY are nightmares here haha)
And people tell me that I am too young to already see enough in the past to know that things happen for a reason.
I do not think that you have to be any age to see how things seem to come together. Do not dismiss me for being narrow-minded in believing that (I do not really even know what I mean by it.)
Johns Hopkins and Peabody are beautiful schools, but it was still a very hard change-mostly because of how many of my perspectives have changed...
I did not think about Georgiev much this summer, because I did not pick up the cello and I was working everyday.
He is everywhere now. I haven't been able to stop relating everything back to him, thinking about everything he said, how much he inspired me, all of the beauty he convinced me I could have in my music. It seems like so much of the cello I loved-- died with him. You may think me melodramatic, but the music world is rough and he was my escape--he was the reason why I decided to practice and perform and love every bit... The truth is that most of the music world is not anything like him. I am in the center of it all now, and I have taken a completely different perspective. Maybe it is beacause HE was my perspective!
Anyway
I love the north, I love the city, I love the new and interesting people I am meeting, I love that I am finding a different way to understand music, I love that I will probably not be in the music world much longer, I love my pre-med classes, I love that my street will soon be haven for red, yellow, and orange leaves, I love that I have a garden and a wonderful housemate, I love learning music history and studying romantic period music, I love thinking about travelling...
There are sooo many things to do--i better not die soon
There is so much to write--too much to sift through and sum up! I hope that I remember to post more often....even though this one is really random.
I love and miss so many of you that I Have not seen!!
<3<3