Wow... long time, no see! Seriously... it's almost a month now, right? Wow. I've been slacking!
So, a quick rundown of the last month:
- I got a double eye infection after having the flu. NOT fun.
- I got my first Met contract. FUN. :)
- I got to go home and do a recital at my undergrad with one of my best friends and see a half of a bajillion people from my past that I haven't seen in years. RIDICULOUS FUN!
It's been fun, really. I had to hide the Met thing for a while because I was waiting on the contract to come, but I've signed the contract and made it all official and such, so I can tell my friends. :) I'm really excited... you can see me as 2nd Lady in their
Die Zauberflote in the 2009-10 season (which runs at the end of September and beginning of April.)
As for the eye infection, it went away. I think. I need to go get that double checked... it happened right before I went home for the recital at Shorter. Which, is what's on my mind tonight, and has been on my mind for the last few.
You know, when I started to think about it I realized that I've been sequestered away from my family and home for about 5 years. For 5 years I've been either in grad school, working at HGO, or doing summer gigs. I get to see my loved ones on average about twice a year... once at Christmas, and then it's worked out to where I could see them once sometime else in the year. I've gotten lucky with that. When I go home, I spend a week (give or take a few days) trying to experience everything I love about the place. Most of the time, I leave with a real soft spot in my heart for the place and look forward to the next time I can visit, but I am usually happy to go. I love where I live now, and I love the space I have. I've realized as of late that I'm a rather independent and secluded person when it really comes down to it, and when I'm at home, I'm sharing myself with everyone in an effort to catch up and keep relationships up. So, it's nice to get to visit Georgia, but it's also nice to then go away back to a career that I love. However, there are some trips home that really just leave me wanting more.
The last trip I had like this was over spring break of my first year of grad school. Now, there were a lot of factors going into this... it was my first year away from home (literally... I went to undergrad in the town I grew up in), so I was really homesick all year. There was a boy I had a lot of mushy feelings for back home, and a lot of my friends from undergrad were still there. Shorter College and Indiana University's spring breaks managed to coincide, and so I spent a week at home, living with my best friend and her husband and sharing all of my time with a group of friends that I just couldn't pry my death grip off of. I didn't want to go back to Indiana... I even had thoughts of quitting grad school and just getting a 9-5 job in the admissions office at Shorter College. I figured that I'd get a decent enough wage to live off of, and best of all, I'd be with my friends (which are very much a family to me.) But, somehow, I managed to force myself to make the 8 hour drive back to Indiana, and just waited impatiently for the summer to come. I just ached for the people who I'd shared so much with. I saw many of those friends over that next summer, and have managed to keep in touch with all of them thus far. But, there's just nothing like being in the same place at the same time and having a week (like that spring break) with which to just bond even more than we already had.
That brings us to this trip. I've kept in touch with my very best friends, but over time I've fallen out of touch with some. There are only 2 or 3 friends that I manage to see on a regular basis, and even then "regular basis" is a very loose term. So, let's just imagine for a second that, not only have I gotten the chance to do a recital with a dear friend who happened to be my undergrad collaborator, but we've been offered the chance to do this recital back at our undergrad. And, seeing as how we all went to a rather small undergrad, there are actually a large number of our friends who are still in the state of Georgia. Now, let's just also imagine that my friends are awesome enough to drive from all sorts of places... Atlanta, Birmingham, Athens, Macon... and we are all going to be back at the same campus on which we began our friendships. All of us, together.
That's exactly what this recital last weekend was about.
I got to spend an evening singing for a room full of my family and friends. The audience was full of people who love me and know me in a way that most people beyond that time in my life do not know me. I saw people there whom I hadn't seen in nearly a decade: my high school choir teacher, my great Aunt Mary (who drove from Charlotte, NC), and my first love were among the many. Every single person in that audience was there because they know me and love me from different ages of my life. There were people from the valley that I grew up in... one of my old youth directors at my home church (who still looks like she's in her 20's... SO beautiful!) came with her Mom, who is my Nana's best friend. Oh, and Nana was there too. :) And my Dad and brother, Mom, Stepdad, cousin, Aunts, Uncles. My very best friend in the entire world was there with another one of our friends who drove from Jacksonville, FL. Jacksonville, Florida. He drove 5 hour drive to see me and hear me sing. 5 hours on the road to join the group of friends who were there, who all went to school at the same time and shared the same experiences, and who were all going to be there for one more night to share in memories of a time past.
Can you tell that I loved this?
Can you tell that I
really didn't want to leave?
I love my job. I
love my career. I love that I get to come back to a town that stays in the 70's throughout the winter season. But there are days when I wish I could push my job aside for a moment, and go spend time with those people. There are times when, as fortunate as I've been in this career, I really feel the want to live and breathe something other than music. I love singing... don't get me wrong. It's literally been the longest relationship I've had, and I wouldn't give it up for the world. But, just as in a real relationship, there's something to be said for personal space at times. For breaks. For getting out of the norm and experiencing life in a different way.
So, I'm looking forward to having that time this next year. I will no longer be under contract for 9 months solid, and for the first time in 5 years, I'll have multiple months where I am not obligated to be in one place. So, you know what? You can find me at my Nana's helping pick vegetables, or in Florida with my best friend. And I really, really can't wait.
~Jamie
My 51. My Nana's cooking. I cheated, and I don't care.
2. Friends who are my family.
3. Family who are my friends.
4. Airports with free wifi.
5. Music, because I will always love it.