I'm back in Houston for my senior year of college (what??!?!!?!!) and am getting ready for orchestra placement auditions tomorrow. We've already finished two weeks of class, and it's gonna be one crazy semester, even though I just have two classes. But add on top of that orchestra, chamber music, lessons, random gigs, rep class, my recital, a competition, an audition, and pre-screening. Yikes! Not that I'm complaining- I enjoy being busy. And I love it here. My classes are great too- one of them is called Mozart Operas- guess what we're studying? ;) I enjoy it so much. I love just about everything about opera, and Mozart's late operas, in my opinion, are some of the best out there.
So the reason for the title of this post was the situation I found myself in earlier today. I was just about to get ready to leave when I heard a knock at my door. Unusual because no one ever knocks at my door. It was a very insistent knock and sounded urgent. I had to quick wash my hands before I opened the door and whoever it was kept knocking. I panicked a bit because I was afraid it was my landlord and that he was mad about something (I live on my landlord's property). I rushed downstairs and opened the door. Standing before me was a little girl I didn't recognize.
"Hi," I said, a bit surprised.
"Hi," she said, not a bit shaken. "I'm Londyn."
Miss Londyn was eager to tell me that she was six years old and in first grade. Her cousins (my landlord's sons) had ditched her while she was playing and that she had heard me practicing my "violin".
I showed her around my apartment and she went back downstairs. It was so funny to me- how bold she was in just knocking on a complete stranger's door and asking to be let inside. I would never have done that when I was her age- I was too shy! (still am, in a way) It tickled me how comparatively little problems small children have to worry about.
Anyway, Londyn's visit was a nice interruption to the day and a good reminder to slow down and really enjoy my time.