The Music in the Mountains summer festival ended on July 3 with our final concert, a Fourth of July pops concert filled with great patriotic music. During the course of the festival we played many things, including Dvorak's New World Symphony, Mendelssohn's Italian Symphony, and Respighi's Ancient Airs and Dances. Sometimes it was fun and sometimes it was a growing experience (emotionally, not musically), but now I have a fat check to deposit, so the overall experience was a positive one.
FavoriteBoy spent the past week with me here in Nevada City. He arrived late Sunday night, July 3, and stayed through Saturday. We had a very good time. We saw fireworks on the Fourth, played America the Beautiful for my grandparents, lay on the trampoline and gazed up at the stars, walked around Grass Valley and Nevada City, went on an adventure up to the old historic town of North Bloomfield (population 8-12), saw a cemetery, went on a hike, saw some beautiful lakes, had a picnic, saw a town whose entire town center consisted of a pay phone booth, went to Scots Flat Lake for a day of sailing and canoeing, and had dinner at the nicest restaurant we'd ever been to together. We did many other things as well. Now he is back in Massachusetts and we miss each other.
Sometimes I am lonely and socially awkward and filled with anxiety. I worry about loans, graduation, grad school, jobs, money, what I want to do, and where I will be a few years from now. Other times, like the times I spent with Nathan this past week, I realize that life is so good. I live in a beautiful hometown area. I have my best friend FavoriteBoy for constant wonderful company. I have clothes to wear, my family who love me, my friends to enjoy, music interwoven throughout the fabric of my life, a job (two in fact), educational opportunities, and a bright horizon holding all this and much more for my future. "All this, and heaven too..."