Tonight I stood in front of my mirror with my headphones on, conducting various pieces with my baton. I realized I'm a little rusty. I also realized just how bad I want an orchestra or even a choir of my own to conduct (mostly an orchestra though).
Tonight I'm really missing Chicago. Or maybe I'm just really missing the people. Is it bad that I want to fly out there in May to see Curie's orchestra concert and to visit a few other people?
Even though I know I won't be living there any time soon or possibly ever, I still have a place for the city in my heart. It was truly the greatest time of my life.
Peace out.
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