Hi.  Remember me?  If you don't that's okay.  I feel as though I am not the same person I was writing the entry below.  But this is the direct consequence of said entry.  Moving.  Permanently- probably, possibly, something to the effect of moving away for the fall and not returning once the school year is out.  My life is in boxes and I am not quite done yet.  I am worried that not everything will fit into my quaint and cute one bedroom apartment.  I am terrified beyond belief at managing my own accounts and budgeting for school.  I have stuff packed in boxes at my new apartment, stuff coming in a U-Haul that has been hiding at the Love Nest (hmm... maybe I should come up with a name for my new place...), and a garage full of junk.  The kicker?  I'm not exactly done yet.  And due to the fact that I have little to no spine, I am doing extra favors to others tomorrow.  I like helping others, but I'm just worried about myself. 

This summer has been good.  Sorta weird.  But we made it work.  Retail was a job I didn't hate, and wasn't stressed about making a sales quota.  I met a ton of fascinating people and saved some money towards a new computer.  (The rest I probably just put right back into the store, but hey, with the discount, it really wasn't too bad of a deal.)  By the time the summer was over, I found myself working 7 days a week- six in the store and one teaching lessons.  I loved teaching.  My students were amazing, so full of life and challenges.  I had 3 piano students, ranging in age from 6 to retirement; and 2 voice students in high school.  All of them made great progress, but my voice students reminded me so much of me, that they will always have a special place in my heart. 

I spent some time with friends and family.  Though most of my time was working.  I did my absolutely fabulous week at voice camp.  I did an evening at Cedar Point.  I caught fireflies at dusk.  I watched a thunderstorm roll through town.  I played piano (totally against my better judgement) for the folk group at mass.  I got new glasses. I signed my first lease.  I watched a lot of Food Network. 

I have so many ah-mazing friends and experiences to be thankful for.  And I feel like a terrible person because I don't know if I'm going to be able to say "Goodbye" to many of them. Some are taking off for grad programs.  Others have found a vocation (or at least current employment).  I miss hugs from people I always made a point to see in the summer.  (And I still believe that no one hugs quite like a NDA girl.)  My next adventure to Toledo is already planned (mostly because not everything is going to make the first move). 

So here's to: the ladies who lunch, the friends who watch food on TV, road trips to Ikea, sales quotas and folding pants/shirts/shorts/ties/etc., Harry Potter parties and theories, mass rehearsals with crabby people, lessons on life and music, well lived (but always short) times with friends, and the last summer of Toledo.