I sing in my church choir. I supposed you could consider today my premier performance in the official Trinity Episcopal Church robes, but I am always the congregation member singing slightly too loud. When it's all said and done, music is definitely what brought me back to church and to God, really. My parents wanted religion to be my personal choice and let me find it when I was ready. So I found Trinity after my grandfather died in 2006, sang their songs and have been attached ever since. Music has sort of been absent from my life all summer, as my clarinet hasn't been touched since last December (for shame...this will change soon. It has to) and my guitar is being loaned out to a friend for a guitar pedagogy class (it's okay, I currently suck anyway). Singing didn't used to be my thing, but singing in church today made me feel so much happier.
My mom came in town today from Texas. This, too made me happy. The drive to BWI was absolutely beautiful. The sun roof was down, Sara Bareilles' "Little Voice" was blaring out the windows and the leaves are all starting to turn over. Belting out the tunes and coming closer and closer to seeing my mom again were both absolutely amazing.
I'm glad she's here, and she'll be here until Thursday. It's been an interesting ride getting settled, and she seems impressed that I'm not living in some sort of squalor with thousands of empty boxes of macaroni and cheese and empty bottles of cheap vodka lying around all over the place. Maybe not that bad, but you get the picture. I've done alright taking care of myself, and she'll be here to baby me and set me up with a few more necessaries (and unnecessaries).
I'm sorry I'm not more interesting late at night...I'm working on it. Thanks for reading.
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