It's been a mild autumn so far, and reminds me of late September back home right now. And that reminds me of all the things that remind me of home. I'm missing home.
The violin is far too awkward—actually, I'm far too awkward for the violin. In a little less than a month I'll write another comp ARCT exam, and then in January I'll be resuming voice lessons. Who knows whether any of this is leading anywhere. I'm still mulling over my grad school decisions, and don't think I'll be able to come up with a satisfactory solution. The worst thing about everything is that I'll probably always regret something.
With any luck, my song cycle will be performed on Saturday during one of the Canada Music Week concerts. With a little more luck, I'll actually be there to hear it, since Saturday is one of my work days and the concert is in the afternoon.
Christmas and snow! It will be glorious.