Tomorrow I'll be moving into my final Wellesley dorm room. My first, and only, single room.

From then onward, my senior year will commence and will rapidly flow away.
This time last year I was sitting at the Help Desk wondering what Vienna would be like, who I would meet, what I would do. There were no clear pictures in my head for what the year would hold.
Now, I have before me some very clear pictures. Friends I will breakfast with, have coffee with, and too much wine occasionally. Concerts I will give, with Tupelos, with the Chamber Music Society, and even my own grand senior recital I get to plan for the month of April or May. I will spend hours upon hours going to stores and trying on dresses for this occasion, just because it's an excellent excuse for it. Entire days of my life will be spent in the music building, practicing, rehearsing, arranging, laughing, and probably at some point or another, crying. I expect both success and failure with my grad school applications, and I'm ready to take it on. I'm ready to go anywhere I can, try on some place brand new and see if it fits. I haven't felt this way maybe in my entire life. Texas, New York, Boston, Michigan, the Netherlands, Austria, England---all of these are possibilities, and I could see myself happy at any of them. It's kind of scary to me how calm I feel about that.

It will feel great to get my map back on my bedroom wall, and to say hello to all of the pictures I left behind this year. In my room, I always feel surrounded by good friends. My pictures, my musical instruments, and my books. I have acquired so many more this summer that I'm afraid I'll be lining my window sills with them too...

It hasn't even been two months that I've been home. The summer has been lagging on, and tomorrow couldn't come soon enough.

-luce