as I pack with me pieces of those I love into my heart in preparation for the next two months, I feel just slightly afraid, slight excited, a little bit like a little girl. Wherever I go, I know I’ll be loved, and it comforts me to know I’m bringing some music for each of those people who make up my life, to give me comforting reminder.

And when my fingers strike those keys these days, I find myself transported like I used to be when I was smaller, before my piano teacher told me to keep my body ramrod straight, and play like a professional. It’s like the music takes over with familiarity of the keyboard, and it’s music I’ll soon return to the world. I want to play again.Well.

I feel alive.

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