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I hate it when people think I’m incapable of doing other things when I say I’m a musician or going to major in music.
There should be some haven of peace and joy where selfishness surrenders to universal kindness and cooperative enterprise, where beauty conquers worldly ills. Let us make Interlochen that place, forgetting our worries.. drinking in the beauties of nature and music, and living our ideals.
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Thank you for having such kind employees who deal with crying musicians sending their instruments overseas. It was really nice to have someone not treat me like a three-year old when they found out I wasn’t a native Spanish speaker. I appreciate your giant boxes, sufficient number of packing peanuts, and “FRAGILE” stickers, as well.
Thank you for making me feel confident about sending the equivalent of my left arm from Europe to America.
P.S. If anything happens to my baby, shit might hit the fan. Just a friendly reminder. :)
No man is an Island, entire of itself; every man is a piece of the Continent, a part of the main; if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as well as if a manor of thy friends or of thine own were; any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankind; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.
Sólo me quedan 10 días en España.
Then it’s a month of living out of a backpack and traveling through 5 different countries.
Honestly, I could not be more done with Spain.
Done with this semester. Done with this education system. Done with this city. Done with living in a place where I don’t have friends. Done not being able to be an active musician. So done with that.
Unfortunately not done practicing my Spanish (don’t think that will ever be done), but I guess bilinguilism is a pretty lofty goal for 4 months.
The apathy I feel towards Madrid is really quite disappointing.
Of all of the realizations I’ve come to this semester, the one regarding my clarinet is by far the most important.
I NEED music. I’m not happy unless I’m improving musically. It’s really as simple as that. Thinking music was something I could take a break from for a semester was incorrect, a mistake. I’m not Andrea Sisco without it.
Along with other things, I’m counting down the days until my first clarinet lesson next semester. Out of everything I miss from home, those are without a doubt #1 on the list.
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1. I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m absolutely horrible at this travel blog thing. Sorry, guys.
2. It doesn’t matter where in the world you are, as long as you have people you love around, everything is OK.
3. I don’t tell the people I love how much I love them enough.
4. I don’t tell the people I miss how much I miss them enough.
5. Tears seems to be my preferred method of emotional expression - no matter the nature of the emotion.
6. This semester, as much of a mental and emotional roller coaster as it has been, has taught me a lot of things about the kind of person I am and the kind of things I need in order to be happy.
7. Everyone needs one of those people in their lives who keeps them in the real world, who isn’t afraid to give them a reality check. I feel incredibly lucky to have that person as my best friend.
8. Sometimes it really just “is what it is.” There are times where it is worth searching for the silver lining and rationalizing and balancing, and there are times where it might just make sense to accept things as they are, even if they’re not how you wanted them to be.
I had to fill out a baggage tag that asked for an address. I actually didn’t know what to write. Where is my home now?
After not having time to listen to nearly as much music as I’m accustomed to, returning to nonstop Brahms symphonies or Miles Davis albums in amazingly satisfying. I’m realizing musical things that I’ve never realized before.
I’m ecstatic that I have the opportunity to live in Europe and do all this traveling, but that doesn’t take away from the fact that I, Andrea Sisco, get homesick. Sometimes all I really want is a hug from my mom, or to sit in the Skinner Auditorium, or to go eat at the DC with my friends, or to drive to the beach.
I honestly never thought I’d say this, but after 4 months I do have the desire to go home.
But not after checking off 5 more countries from my list!
Now it’s just finals, presentations, papers and then comes the freedom to travel Europe with my best friend.
It’s things like that that make this semester worth it.
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Today, no less than 5 different times, I tried to explain something in English and the first way of articulating it that came to my brain was in Spanish. For example, right now writing this sentence - the idea formed first in Spanish and then I translated it into English.
Also, the better my spoken Spanish gets, the more rapidly my finesse with the written English language deteriorates.
Language is fascinating.
Like all great travellers, I have seen more than I remember, and remember more than I have seen.
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