tension....
May 26, 2002 at 4:55 p.m.
i am writing to assure the world (and myself) that I am still sane and alive.
For how long, I do not know....
This week I must move from my apartment to SOMEONE'S place (still don't know) and have 2 violin lessons, teach a few of them myself, and NEXT week I have 3 violin lessons a RECITAL and I move to Colorado for the summer, and away from Texas for forever. I'm guessing, anyway.
And deal with saying goodbye to my friends, loved ones, and one very special boy.
I don't want to spew forth my emotions about this because it's just too scary. Too sad. Too scary. Too much.
help.
if I just get to work, practice and get this massive amount of packing done, the pain will just have to take back seat for a little while. And I'm okay with that.
Yesterday I danced in Bruce Hall for the very last time... at my friend Greg's wedding. I saw him married right there in the courtyard outside of the dorm where I spent hours and days hiding, eating, making music and being. Then I played the Thong Song on my violin as he ran down the aisle with his new bride. His idea, of course.
A beautiful way to say goodbye and see things change right in front of me...
Okay, that's the most introspective I'm getting for a while. I can't handle anything else right now.
I love you all. Forgive my sporadic tendencies. June 10th I'll be back in Colorado, with this chapter at a ... close? I don't know what to call it. But until then, I will be a basket case.
SUPERCRACK is Reva.