Special thanks to my momma for helping me pack this weekend! Love you, Mom!
I'm currently lost in a sea of packing boxes and barren walls, meaning my day of moving to OKC is closer than ever. One business trip, one talent show, two weekends, one lingerie shower, one wedding and eight days until I get to call downtown my home. (!!!) How did this happen? It's certainly not what I planned, but there is no doubt in my mind that it's what should be.
When I think of where I was this time last year, I am so grateful for my life now. Sure, I'm a little terrified of all the ways I am starting over. But also thankful. It's an adventure.
I'm in Tulsa hiding out from the tornados this weekend. Apparently yesterday's tornado in Norman came within 200 yards of my house.... I guess if all my belongings got blown away, at least it would be easier to move next month ;)
Fortunately, Big Bang Theory, following real-time tweets of the Titanic's sinking and best friend time with Kim, Karissa and Adam make for a lovely Saturday.
I switched from an iPhone to a Blackberry recently. And you know the only thing I really miss? The iPhone's ability to take quality pictures and video. I never realized how much I relied on it to document my life until I switched to my Blackberry.
I miss you Instragram. Maybe we will meet again someday.
Last weekend I visited my alma mater: Oklahoma Christian University.
It's located just north of OKC in Edmond, and even though I live in Norman, I rarely go back to campus. It's by choice; OC just doesn't seem like home for this season of my life. But the retirement of the long-time choir director (and the fact that Karissa was a dedicated member of the music department) enticed me to return for one weekend.
I was in Chorale for three semesters and for the first two, Chorale was a joy. It's how I made my first upperclassmen friends. Life got busy after that and my class and work schedule didn't mesh with the Chorale practice schedule, so I dropped out.
Still, I wanted to go back this weekend.
It was like I had never left. I hung out with the rowdy kids and got dirty looks from the serious kids. It was wonderful.
And the concert, where we sang a 120-page piece that I had never laid eyes on before, went wonderfully. It was such a great weekend to remember that I love music and I love performing.
Karissa and I weren't friends when we were in Chorale together. And I bet Dr. Adams is SO GLAD, because we wouldn't have been even slightly productive. In fact, during this picture, we got dirty looks from the more studious former Chorale members. Worth it.
Our new friend Tami, who is just as fun and sassy as I like to think we are. She kept us safe and SANE the entire weekend. She also took all the pictures I included today.
Also, see how red our eyes are? I teared up sobbed during the last movement of the mass and during the last song. It was such a special moment to be a part of.
