Opera

When I was no more than 4 years old I was sitting on the blue ridged couch in my grandparents' Japanese-inspired living room in Rockport, Massachusetts. O Mio Babbino Caro from Madame Butterfly was playing on the stereo. I have this memory of just sitting there and crying. And my mom asked me what was wrong and I didn't want to say it was because the song was so heart-wrenchingly beautiful. But it is. And this is why I love opera.



SO WHY CAN'T I WRITE MY PAPER ON IT.




In other news: my family was supposed to come visit me this week. Now, they can't. Because of that GODFORSAKEN volcano Eykjalkliuowlijfadsklmkgjhnlkuawejdszmk. Two nights ago I had a dream I was hugging them and I woke up with tears in my eyes. Just as long as they come at some point though it's ok. But now I do feel ready to go home.