Spring Break
This has been a great spring break so far. Lots of relaxation, lots of time at the gym. I return to New York tomorrow. I cannot believe how nice and slow this break is going...I still have half of it left.
Tonight is my last night in my house. Ever.
I knew that this would be a really hard time, and that it would be extremely emotional. I've lived in this house for 17 years, and other than living in New York, I cannot remember living anywhere else. The hardest part was my basement, because while most of the other furniture is changed around, especially in my room, the basement stays the same. And the basement is where most of my favorite memories of this house were, whether it was getting Luc and Sasha and everyone else bombed this past New Years, to Country Club, to all the times watching movies down there, the sleepovers, playing Balderdash, everything with DJ. There are just too many memories that I relive each time I arrive here, and now they will fade into the past.
I'm not upset because of the future. I am looking forward to and excited for what is to come. It's the past that I am terrified of losing. I have so much trouble remembering events from my childhood, something I have learned well in studio, and I just don't want to lose all of the incredible events that have happened to me in this house.
I gave my parents their last concert tonight.
When I'm home, they will often have me come to the living room and sing for them. Since they missed my showcase, I performed my showcase pieces for them and then sang whatever they wanted to hear. I tried to sing "Far From the Home I Love", but for those of you who know the song, it obviously has a little too much relevance to my current situation, minus the whole being in love part. I guess that's theatre. I started to cry.
I just am going to miss the familiarity. Next time I come to DC, I won't even know where my parents keep their plates. I won't recognize furniture, not to mention the room I'll be sharing with my sister.
I'm not going to miss Reston (on the first day back I was trying to think of things to do), but I will miss my house.
Tonight is my last night in my house. Ever.
I knew that this would be a really hard time, and that it would be extremely emotional. I've lived in this house for 17 years, and other than living in New York, I cannot remember living anywhere else. The hardest part was my basement, because while most of the other furniture is changed around, especially in my room, the basement stays the same. And the basement is where most of my favorite memories of this house were, whether it was getting Luc and Sasha and everyone else bombed this past New Years, to Country Club, to all the times watching movies down there, the sleepovers, playing Balderdash, everything with DJ. There are just too many memories that I relive each time I arrive here, and now they will fade into the past.
I'm not upset because of the future. I am looking forward to and excited for what is to come. It's the past that I am terrified of losing. I have so much trouble remembering events from my childhood, something I have learned well in studio, and I just don't want to lose all of the incredible events that have happened to me in this house.
I gave my parents their last concert tonight.
When I'm home, they will often have me come to the living room and sing for them. Since they missed my showcase, I performed my showcase pieces for them and then sang whatever they wanted to hear. I tried to sing "Far From the Home I Love", but for those of you who know the song, it obviously has a little too much relevance to my current situation, minus the whole being in love part. I guess that's theatre. I started to cry.
I just am going to miss the familiarity. Next time I come to DC, I won't even know where my parents keep their plates. I won't recognize furniture, not to mention the room I'll be sharing with my sister.
I'm not going to miss Reston (on the first day back I was trying to think of things to do), but I will miss my house.