By June 1st I will have lived in Bowing Green one year.
Years used to be really long to me a couple years ago. Now it's as if I'm just approaching another weekend after a really long week.
I think I've grown. My eyes aren't as wide. My mind's not as closed. I'm a little darker because of it, but it accentuates the light in me as well. I'm a bit more self-centered in some regards, and less self-centered in others. I've also learned how to be really vague.
I've tasted American culture, and don't dislike it as much as I thought I would. I think I'll stick around a little longer.
And I've learned that you can't just walk up to a building and tell it to mean something to you. It's more complicated than that. It's walking through its doors every day, sitting in its desks, learning things inside its walls, almost forgetting its relevance in your life, until one day you realize that it's your home.
The Little Prince talks about one taming the other in order for the one to be meaningful to the other. I am guilty of being tamed. Western Kentucky, Bowling Green, even other people. Friends, I guess. It's odd. I never expected this to happen.
Music itself has tamed me. I am attached to it to the point that if it were to cease existence, I would cease to be who I am.
All of this nostalgia has left me extremely hopeful for next semester. it better not let me down.
This summer will be dedicated to work, recording, and learning cello and possibly violin.
And for those that are interested, here is a list of classes I am taking next semester
Philosophy: The Good and the Beautiful
Music Theory I
Creative Writing
Group Piano
Introduction to German
Introduction to Film Studies
It's highly probable that one of these will be dropped.
I also have to live in a dorm...... I hate this idea.
This blog is just turning into an expression of narcissism.
