grace good-byes and gratefulness
I'm sitting in my practice room by myself for the last time. The white walls are begging me to stay and I could turn the air conditioning on but something feels right about the stuffiness and the warmth. I have dreamt of this moment with the utmost of pleasure. Dear Lord, would the time ever come when I would be done with my musical obligations and be free? I could not even imagine. There are literally fireworks going off outside. And yet I'm here, and my emotions are rather blank. Sure, they came out and made a scene after my recital when all those late nights of tears and stress came to a head as the audience clapped for me and I realized it was all over. But graduation and now: my last night at Grace, last shower in those nauseating bathrooms, last time playing this beautiful piano, there isn't much that I'm feeling. I'm ready. I've lived four years with this day in sight and I'm ready for it. I'll move home tomorrow and my love wil...