I am moving to Boston. Heeeeeeeeeeeeello.

Alright, people. It's been a LONG time coming, but I have finally been forced to make a decision. I overnighted my deposit to Boston University today. Correction, my mom did that. I was nannying.

So, who can believe it? Let me just say not me. I am going to let everything out for a minute, because I need to, and because I feel like it'll be funny to look back in a few years when I have realized that Boston really was the place for me to be. But, for now, I am still feeling a little whiney about the fact that I am moving there. Just a bit. Used to be a lot.

A few lovely months ago, I was up to my neck in flute stuff. I mean, I still am, but I think I had gone certifiably insane. I auditioned for graduate programs at UNT, UT, Michigan, Boston University, and Boston Conservatory. Where did I want to go? UT or Michigan. Where did I get in? UNT, BU, and BoCo. I feel like a little kid with a popsicle and some mean adult yanked it away from me, ya know? I wanted this, I wanted that, and I got THIS, instead. Perfect. I was put on the waitlist at Michigan, supposedly "at the top." Let's have a little heart to heart here and I'll just say I really had my heart set on going there after I went out for a visit. Just being honest. My audition went fabulously, the teacher was dropping lines like, "when we work together in the future," "you are going to fit in so well in our studio" and "tell everyone you aced your audition." Would you walk out of an audition feeling good about yourself after that? Yeah, I did. I didn't think twice about my Boston auditions, nailed them anyway, and did not plan on returning to Boston anytime soon because, hello-- I was going to MICHIGAN. All ready to name drop. Then I got the letter saying I was waitlisted at Michigan. I was furious, had a rough time, blah blah blah. And the reason I apparently didn't get in was because a couple, who happened to be gay, said that neither one would come without the other, so I lost my "spot." If you are honest with yourself, that has to sound a little bit unfair. And I kind of felt that way.

So, I was faced with waiting for 2 months to find out if I got taken off the waitlist, and I still don't even know. I called and emailed and called and received a few responses, but nothing concrete, and ended up feeling like a groveler and not very wanted. Nobody likes that feeling. And I narrowed down all of my other choices to Boston University. The deadline for BU is tomorrow, so I decided to forget Michigan (who needs them anyway), and take a shot in the dark. All signals are pointing to BOSTON!!!!

And let me just say, my life has been a real comedy for the last few months as everywhere I go is somehow associated with Boston or Michigan! EVERYWHERE! Seriously. Here is an example of one of my days early on in the waiting process:

-Sunday evening: home teacher talking about his upcoming trip to Boston. Just what I wanted to hear.
-Monday: I walk past a kid in the library with a Michigan shirt on.
-Monday Lunch: The kid behind me in line starts talking about how he is from Michigan. Grrrrreat. Not a sore spot at all.
-Monday Evening: Running to the grocery store because I am out of food, thinking I am escaping everything and wandering aimlessly down each aisle. Overhead I hear this song come on, which I put on my little playlist over there to show my Boston spirit, and it talks about going to Boston, starting a new life, and no one knowing my name. Hello IRONY! I put looked up to the ceiling and whispered in a rather incredulous way, "Really? Not for just two seconds?" (If you know me, you know I'm not afraid to "talk to myself" all the time).

A few more random things. I was going to possibly accompany my little sister's honor choir on a song and I asked what the name of it was and it was "Goin to Boston." Yippee. I've seen license plates, baseball caps, and met people from there IN UTAH. Not that it's really unusual, but I swear everyone with Boston paraphrenalia has made it a point to stalk me.

Things I am worried about in Boston:
-I pretty much don't know anyone. Good thing I'm friendly most days.
-I have to live in a CITY! I am from FLOWER MOUND, TEXAS. What is wrong with this picture?
-There are scary people in big cities. I am little and not scary. Opposites attract.
-I'm going to a good school, but it's not one of those star schools that you just dream about going to.
-Where am I going to live? How will it all be affordable?!!?!
-To take a car or not to take a car. That is the question.
-Will I meet friends that are as great as my old friends?
-And if you know me, you will know that my twig of a body is freaking out about the cold.
-Seafood, Bleh.
-Culture shock!
-I'm worried about change.

Things I'm excited about:
-Living in a big city! Yay for trying something new.
-The music scene in Boston is fabulous!
-Free tickets to hear the BSO from BU.
-Classy people... maybe? i.e. Harvardians, MITians, and smartie pantsians.
-Starting fresh.
-Being different.
-Having a new flute teacher! (I love Dr. C., but I'm excited to learn new things!)
-I will HAVE to get a bigger, better coat. It will also have to be cuter and awesomer. Yes.
-I will be able to say that I have been to Boston in the fall. Apparently it's cool.
-I will live in a place where people should legitimately want to visit me. That means YOU.
-Starting a flute studio there. Hoorah. If you live in Boston and want to take lessons from me, just give me a jingle (You wouldn't, because I already said I don't know anyone there. Sweet).

So, watch out Boston, because HERE I COME!!!!!