and....we're back.

I started my first blog because I was about to spend a semester in Italy, and it naturally seemed like the right thing to do. I figured that, if nothing else, my friends and family back home could see what I was up to, and I'd keep up with writing in some way since, well, I had a writing minor thing going. When I got back to Ithaca the blog sort of faded out of my conscience; maybe because it was devoted to my “fake” semester and the “very much real” semester had begun, maybe because the stress of both a senior recital and an intensive independent study was enough to keep me busy, maybe both. Either way, the notion that I had a blog out there haunted me in a way. I felt as if I had failed in a way, that I couldn’t even take the time to write just a paragraph or two about life post-Milan, or my perspective about finishing up my undergrad. How lame is that?

Which is why I wanted to keep this blog going. It’s not about a fake semester—I’ve come to accept that Milan was an isolated incident of irresponsibility and debauchery (unless you’re my mom, in which case it was a good, wholesome time). This is about what’s “next” for me, the illusive, terrifying concept of the future and taking that next inevitable step towards adulthood (apparently highly overrated, from what I gather). True, much of this was fueled by playing guitar on a cruise ship, a post-college occupation I feel I can rightfully deem far more kick ass than most other post-college scenarios. Considering all the guff I got from everyone about being a guitar performance major, I actually take pride in how cool this job is. Law school or Mexico? Sales analyst or playing guitar on a beach? Long commute to work or sail in the middle of a beautiful ocean? Flipping burgers or not flipping burgers? I rest my beautifully laid case.

If nothing else this is just to amuse myself, to see how many words I can pound out before I begin to repeat myself or grow bored with the subject matter. Then again, I feel like my life would really suck if I didn’t have anything remotely noteworthy to write about. If not suck, at least be boring, which itself would suck. I think that since I'm in a bit of a safe spot now (i.e. making money) I can relax in the comfort that things haven't really blown up in my face (i.e. being a jobless bum) while working for the next step (i.e. grad school). Until then, a few funny things need to happen at some point...true?