i is tired

Blogging from the Music office at Loyola University, where I am spending a few days with Val before my flight to Montreal (friday). Sad and tired. Sad because I miss the Jerry already, and tired because I got little sleep last night and then got up early. Uneventful bus ride, although Grant was there. Val met me downtown and I sang with her choir. It was quite entertaining, and I actually read pretty well for not being much of a singer. When I'm back at school, I will definitely make an effort to either be in a choir or take voice lessons. The idea being, my trombone playing improves. Hrm.

Definitely feeling nostalgic, pensive, and poetic tonight. Madison is home. I imagine that in the fall I will have a new place to call home, a solidified existence that's all my own. For now, returning to Madison is like putting the pieces back together. I know my way around, I know who to see, where to go, and what to do. I became myself there. It sounds corny and all, but true. Until the next stage of my mental/emotional development takes place I am inherently attached to Madison. I want to go to school again. I'm tired of feeling bullshit like this. I mean, not that feeling Madison is home is bullshit, but that I don't have a place to truly call home and therefore must be silly and nostalgic instead of getting on with life. Sigh.

Tired, like I said. Want sleepies.