Change

I love rain. Most people desire a sunny, happy day, but I love a good rainstorm or thunderstorm. Maybe this gives you a little insight into my soul. It is raining now, possibly the beginnings of tropical storm Katia. I haven't felt like writing for a long time, but the rain pitter-patter influenced my mind.

The title of this post is change because in the last few months, just about every aspect of my life has changed. Change is very difficult, particularly for a control freak like me. Imagine what it would be like to leave your job that you know through-and-through, your best friends, your home, your school, your routine, and all the little things that you do just so. Well, here I am, transplanted in Mississippi. No German countryside, no gallivanting to Scotland or Italy for the weekend. No bank, yes I know I complained about it horribly, but I was truly lucky to work with my best friends every day, be an "expert" to a certain point, and be an active part of the community. Now I'm in my Mississippi house, which is a great house and I'm so glad we purchased it, but it's different from our European duplex in a quaint German town. The light switches are different, the door handles are different, we have air conditioning (thank goodness), no stairs, and unfortunately, due to the arrival of our belongings, too many things for our new space. What better time to purge, I suppose.

The up side to Mississippi is that Chris is finally happy, and I am finally able to pursue my dream of becoming a music therapist. I am going to school to complete the music therapy courses and internship required to become a board certified music therapist. However, I am having a difficult time adjusting. The change from graduate courses to undergraduate courses is easy, of course, but it is so odd to be in a music department other than the one at Northwest, where my music family is. It makes me long for those days when I was studying music (yes, I see the irony in this), seeing my friends in the hallways, spending time with my dear roommate, and all those wonderful Sigma Alpha Iota memories.

So here I am, new house, new climate, new life. I didn't ask for it, however it is part of the deal. I didn't want it, but I do want to be with Chris, who was generous enough to put in for overseas and take me to Germany in the first place. Does this life ever become easy? I suppose maybe not easy, but familiar. Familiarity in leaving routines and friends, starting over every few years. I never planned for a life like this, and most days I'd say I'd rather be in this life than any other, but not today. Maybe tomorrow.