Wishing...

My mom's mad I want to go to Europe. Well, I suppose mad isn't the right word. She's worried that I'll never come back. But I'd at least come and visit...who really knows what will happen. I can't wait to go though. Jazz festival was good, weird to think it was my last one from that perspective. If I ever have another I'll be a director. I'm also done with marching band in the same concept. That one I'm thrilled about. I enjoy marching, just not at Eastern.
I forget how much I love listening to solo piano music. It is fabulous. Makes me wonder why I've always enjoyed playing, though it never sounds the same to me when I play as to when someone else plays. For now though, I'll just enjoy.