I still can’t quite believe it is 2019. As we approach the 2020s, it is nearly 2 decades since my freshman year at Eastman. I was shy, I was confused, and I loved high notes! Well, some things never change. It is over a decade since I started my Masters at Rice. Which was the start of my love affair with Houston. It is also 5 months since my man and I went to Boston City Hall and had the surprise courthouse wedding of our dreams! It was lovely and so easy and so right. Even as we took this step together, we knew where the next one would take us. For as much as we love Boston and learned so much and sang with lovely people and in my case taught some wonderful students, it was time to go home.
First was my sojourn at Tanglewood. This year was my second and I enjoyed it all so much! I teach voice lessons, basic Italian diction, and direct opera scenes. I loved spending time with old friends and meeting new ones; seeing all the glorious concerts and enjoying the splendor of the Berkshires. This year we got to put on a big show, so to speak. With our powerful students in the chorus, the voice faculty splitting up the solos, 2 pianists, all the percussion, and just a whole lot of energy, we brought Carmina Burana to Ozawa Hall. It was an absolute joy.
Now it seems like that was all ages ago. The packing and uhauling and unpacking is over, and we are settled back in Houston. My husband and I have all that we need: an apartment close to everything, a little car, the promise of employment, and each other. Let the adventures continue!