Nothing Says "Welcome Home" Quite Like the Basilica!

I'm BAAAAAAAAAAAACK! I'm not sure CUA is ready to have me back again, but I am happily here, nonetheless.

Being here for six weeks over the summer definitely helped me get back into the swing of things, and I couldn't be happier to be back here and studying again. Is it perfect? In a word... no. My biggest fear coming back was how close the class (minus myself) was when I left and that they would all be even closer when I got back. On this subject, I was very right. They are all the best of friends... but it's always been that way, and I was "that girl" who was too stuck on a guy to make those solid friendships. Now, that said, it's definitely not like they ignore me or anything like that. Everyone has been super open and warm and sweet; lots of hugs all around and whatnot, and I'm pretty sure that if I actually do stuff with them instead of being a witch things will work out. I really do love a lot of the people here (there are a few I could do without, but the feeling is mutual so we generally just avoid each other) and I'm super excited for a new adventure.

Classes are going to be great. I have some really great profs for my academic courses (a theology and a drama course), and a lot of my MT class is in History of Musical Theatre with me... so that will be good, too, I think. It's going to be a lot of work; but when hasn't it been? It's always worth it to me.

I have an apartment! It's fantastic; I don't remember if I wrote about it before, so I might as well do it again. I live not too far from the school (for privacy reasons I'm not writing where exactly), and I have a pretty spacious room and a nice bathroom. Oh, and there's a bathtub in the bathroom, and it's bigger than the bathtub at home.

I love my family dearly, and I miss them very much, but I am glad to be on my own again. I guess it is like Miss Alicia says: there comes a point when  you just have to go. Mum and I were fighting a lot (the big cats can't share a cage) and I was getting kinda restless, so it's good to be back in the city. That said, I really hope they come see me because I do miss them a lot.

So that's basically life on the second day back at school. I'm looking at grad schools; my favorite program is the Royal Conservatoire of Scotland, my second choice being a Master's in French from a university in France. I'm also thinking about taking this summer and going abroad! I'd be going to Ireland to study Shakespeare, which would be, in a word, amazing! So we'll see where life takes me.

For now, it's off to ballet class. A toute a l'heure!

Belting My Face

I have returned!

Back to DC, that is. As for returning to constantly writing this blog, well, that's probably another story. Anyway. I am living in DC once again, surrounded by the hustle and bustle of city life. I missed it.

I did not miss the heat that rolls off of every car and building here, not to mention the pavement that is, well, everywhere. But I digress.

It's great to be back here. I miss home a lot... I kinda wish that I could swap DC and Harrisburg, ya know? Then the city would only be an hour away, I could either commute or have my own place, I could still work at Barnes and Noble, and I could see my friends whenever I bloody wanted.

That's the hardest part about being in DC, especially after being home again for six months. If I had just stayed down here to begin with, I would not have the strength in half of my friendships that I do now. I got to know people better when I went home, there were no distractions. Some friendships were rekindled, some build from scratch, and they're all stronger than any of my relationships were before. As much as I hate the reason that I went home, I am beyond grateful for what I had waiting for me anyway. There are five in particular that are so special to me, I can't even begin to explain it. They've been there for me the entire time, and I wouldn't trade them for the world.

I have an apartment here not far from the university, although we may be moving again in September. It's kinda weird having my own place, but not as weird as I thought. The only really strange thing is not having Peter there with me, because that was what was originally supposed to happen. But. C'est la vie!