Lost and Found

A post that I typed last year. Found while I was preparing for my music therapy midterm essay. This is how I feel rite now.

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In the mood for HOME

Everything that had happened in the last 2 days seems so unreal. Sitting down here at Logan airport, I’m finally thinking about everything. It was last night that the ground staff at LA Malaysian airline told me that he might not be able to get all 8 of us tickets home. This morning, good news, we made it. We’ll be flying home at 11.30pm. Thank God it’s at 11.30pm, cause clumsy little me missed my flight. It’s my entire fault. I was supposed to fly off from Boston at 3.50pm, but I missed the flight. Thank god they put me on the next flight without any extra charges. I’ll get into LA at 9.20pm, just 2 hours before I fly off home.

This week has been a rough week for me. The longest week, yet shortest. On Monday, I was happily thinking of beautiful Greece, I’ll be in Greece next week, this time. Tuesday, I had my private instruction, and I wasn’t able to memorize my pieces which I have to play by Thursday. Wednesday, the bad news came through….After all these, I thought I wouldn’t be able to make it for the rest of my exams. Surprisingly, I did. I played all right for Thursday piano exam, and am now done with all my exams except for my English paper, which is due before Christmas. Today, I missed my flight, but got on the next flight, and will be able to make it home afterall…

The journey back home seems so long.

My first semester in Berklee had officially ended. I just can’t believe how fast time flies, snap, and yeah, you’re done. I started with not knowing anything about Jazz, not knowing how to improvise, not knowing how to manage my baby apple power book, an incomplete apartment, no snow, no friends…After four months, I somehow survive and am able to be what I wasn’t, not perfectly, but at least, capable. I made friends, built up new friendship, at the same time, keeping the old ones back home. I started a new chapter in my life, and is graciously (living up to my name) sailing through it…

More to come in Spring semester. More snow, earlier classes, new people…rite now, I just want to go home.