My grad school professor accidentally emailed me a couple days ago.
Studio class will be at 3pm tomorrow in the chamber music room. See you then! Nostalgia immediately hit. I hadn’t seen that name in my inbox for quite awhile, and it brought back a flood of memories.
Grad school was only a two-year slice of my life, but I’m pretty sure that I could spend a few solid months reflecting on this one aspect of it: my former piano studio. The quirks of my former colleagues, the beautiful music they made, the laughs we had, the nerves and difficulties we supported each other through.
Sometimes that chapter of my life seems wholly separate and unrelated from the current one.
It could have been a different person living that life. But it wasn’t, it was me. :) And as random as that particular two years sometimes seems to me––more like a detour or delay than anything else––it was a part of the journey that brought me to where I am now which I suspect was of more importance than I realize.
There have been many different chapters in my life that are largely unconnected. They can be labeled by city: Baltimore, Houston, College Park, Seoul, and now, Busan.
(I wonder how many more cities will have been added to this list by the end? I arrive in each city expecting it to be near the end of the list, but that hasn’t proved true thus far.)
I never imagined I would live in so many different cities,
I always planned to stay close to home. But each city, each chapter, and each set of people have added something special to my life that I wouldn’t change for anything.
Looking back at this journey so far, I would say it has been colorful, beautiful, and full of adventure. And I know there is much more to come.