So, tomorrow I begin my travels to Costa Rica. I'm still in the "oh shit, what the hell was I thinking" mode, which I probably will be until I get there and doom fails to materialize. Maybe once I'm on the plane and everythings in place I'll get more excited. Mostly I'm just bummed out about being away from Fuzzy and the furry and scaley babies for five weeks.
The cello is here, and she's beautiful. I just need to find a teacher asap because right now every other note sounds like I'm inflicting pain on the poor thing.
Sigh. Tired. Nervous. Wish me luck.