Last Day in NC

Very last day in NC for the next two years.

Although I slowly came to love North Carolina, (moved here in 5th grade from Miami so who would like to suddenly be placed in what I thought of as "the country") I really feel like this is a wonderful place to live. You have the beautiful beautiful beach, that for the most part is not commercial and so quaint and cottage like. Not to mention all the history of the outer banks, and the islands that inhabit wild horses. I have spent most summers/vacations at a NC beach for my entire life and there is absolutely no where else that feels more like home, happy memories and relaxation.

On the other side of the state you have the blue ridge mountains; there is nothing like it in the world. For a bible belt state- Western NC is a mixture of Wiccans, churches, waterfalls, blue grass, Chaco's and a lot of humanism.

And you have the middle part of the state, which has the "research triangle" and a 42% population of people with college degrees.

I'm moving to Indiana tomorrow, land of the Hoosiers (even though according to my family, a hoosier is a piece of furniture with cabinets; is that a southern thing?)

Home is where the heart is, and home for me is North Carolina.

Awesome

Spacial gestures

Today I realized (for the millionth time) that some people make me sick.

Like really, really sick.

And only occasionally do I have pity parties for myself, (my Aunt always said to set aside 30 minutes and no more to let it all out and then move on) so this isn't a pity party. I just think that some people are so incredibly fortunate in life and live their dreams because they are handed to them by others.

Part of me feels torn between feeling resentful and jealous, and another for feeling a sense of accomplishment that there are some things I've had to fight through to get. All the while falling flat on my face numerous times.

"It builds character," well some people have a lot of catching up to do then. It will only be harder for them later in life when they realize the true concept of shit happens.

Because those people are so caught up in themselves they don't enjoy the super small things that make me happy. Like picking this awesome tomato and eating it, remembering the times my grandma made me tomato sandwiches growing up.

And I want to get a "It's BO time" sticker.

Here is some interesting facts on life:

Home is where the heart is.

Home-style.

 

Newest addition the the family: Dini

                                               

Fresh grown tomatoes for amazing tomato sandwiches

Coastal rain

Cat #2: Tiger

Cat # 3: Nellie (the original)

Benson being Benson

Home

Storm damage

Cats stalking Benson

My parents (and family) dog, Gypsey AKA Jippy passed away this summer. We've had her since I was in middle school and the house feels so empty without her. Here are some pictures of her, RIP Jippy.

Baby Jippy.

YES

Favorite animal = elephant; but of course it is because I am a Libra :D

Eventually will get something like this...

 Or like this...

Zzzzz....Zzzzzz....

Today I am tired.

I am tired of my alarm clock, which tells me the date/weather/time like my grandfathers old clock growing up. Especially because it CONTINUES to not tell me the time in Fahrenheit so I really do not know the temperature at all.

I have found a new source of practice inspiration from two places.
1) Having a smaller viola

This makes a HUGE difference in my practicing, because I can actually focus on the music/sound/interpretation instead of trying to reach around and maintain somewhat of a hand frame. That is so incredibly distracting and frustrating; I can't make music when I am completely uncomfortable.

[Side note] OH NO, this man just came up to my window at work that likes to give me complaints..... it is too early for this. Even though it is almost 2pm.

2) The Olympics

Although it isn't a music competition, reading about the lives of the athletes in the Olympics is incredibly inspiring. Their work ethic is ridiculous, and just reading about the schedules they endure every day makes me feel so lazy. In particular the gymnasts, they are so dedicated and I find that so motivating to work and maximize my talents.

Also to diet.

I want to go to IKEA, I think I am newly addicted to that store. I love this dresser there...

This is also SUPER adorable, for towels or books!

I think I am in love. 

Also in love with these pictures of Kate Moss in Haute Couture at the Ritz Paris.