Strangely Unfamilar

I sit in the Commons at Crane quickly sending this out before heading to church. Coming back to Crane for these short weekend trips is so terribly odd. I rush in, rush to rehearse, and rush out. I'm seeing the building, the people, the campus in a way I never had before.

My recital is just over 4 weeks away. I think I'll make it. Things are looking up. I'm stressed, nevertheless.

I hope to keep writing more (why I say that bothers me because I hate when others say it...but really!, I do)...I feel better about my life when I write it down every now and then.