October always manages to be a slow month on TR, as evident from past archives. There’s something about the dullness of the month that makes for few topics. I can only talk about fall foliage so much. Well, actually, I haven’t talked about any yet. It’s beautiful—more stunning than in past years, or maybe my eyes are more vulnerable to the beauty of the season. I used to have this animosity towards autumn, as if the fall colors represented the cold and the cold represented a lull in my, typically, exciting life. But this year, it’s as if it’s only getting better. And it is—I have so many things to look forward to in the coming months.
As I’ve said, I’m heading to India on the 16th. Not only will this trip be about visiting family, but I’ll finally see the wonders of Calcutta that I haven’t had a chance to see in my 16 years. The 30 hours of traveling will be filled with books on my to-read list (which I’ve actually been following), endless movies, journal musings, etc. My trips to India have become second-nature. The foul smell of the plane, the rough landing at the airport, the whiff of organic Indian air, the hour drive to Behala, the lingering jet lag—these are experiences that have become all-too familiar. But I have found myself to appreciate the place for its richness in culture, disregarding the little inconveniences. It makes everything a bit more interesting.
On November 9th, 2012, I will officially check off my first major bucket list event. I’ll be performing on stage in Stowe with Itzhak Perlman, inarguably the world’s best violinist (the Yo-Yo Ma of violins, if you will), with a small group of students from my teacher’s studio. Right now, I’m grumbling about making the drive to Stowe, memorizing three pages of Bach’s double (possibly one of my least favorite pieces to play…ever), and dressing up, but I know the minute I see him, I’ll be star struck. I like thinking about my journey with the violin—how it went from being a chore, to a past time, to my entire life. And now, meeting Itzhak means the world to me. I do think it’s interesting how I’ll have met Itzhak Perlman before I’ll have eaten a Vermonster.
In similar news, I started playing the viola! While violin is still my primary instrument, there’s something heartwarming about the bass-heavy voice of the viola. I don’t know where I’ll go with it, but the opportunities for repertoire are endless. I guess it’s another thing to learn and have with me forever, so I’m up for that.
In terms of other “carrots” (I thrive every day off of the “carrots”—aka things to look forward to—in my life), December denotes the holidays, which will be spent at home, in my pjs, with fireplaces and hot cider and movies and books. I spent the holidays in India last year, and while that was mostly fun, I prefer Vermont in December. I missed the stench of sweet balsam firs and the ringing of ornaments on Christmas morning. Two Christmases ago, I read the entire Harry Potter series in a week (for my first time), and I think that has been the most productive, while simultaneously relaxing, break I’ve had thus far. Crossing my fingers for another two weeks of pure relaxation. Good thing I’m not a senior sending in apps on January 1st…
As I said the last time I blogged, I went to Montreal on a French club outing, even though 80% of the group consisted of close friends. Needless to say, we had the time of our lives. It was also the first time I appreciated Montreal. While it’ll never live up to my love for Boston, I think my love for Montreal is slowly increasing. It’s a place I can see myself visiting, regardless of vagabonds with sketchy signs and a surplus of dark alleys. I personally prefer Old Montreal, as it’s a toned down version of France. Traveling there with the same teacher who I went to France with made for many deja-vu moments—like getting lost, walking endlessly, staring mindlessly at museum structures, coercing him to let us roam on our own. Nonetheless, it was one of the most exciting and amusing days I’ve had all year.
This past weekend, I went to see Perks of Being a Wallflower in the theatre, after weeks of dying to go. The movie, directed by the author of the book, was a bit bittersweet for me. While the movie obviously stayed true to the book, I liked the pictures I had painted in my mind while reading it. On the other hand, the movie explained a lot of ambiguous concepts from Chbosky’s writing. All in all, it was fantastic. Emma Watson’s American accent threw me off my guard (it was unconvincing, but I applaud the effort), but her acting—everyone’s acting—was spot-on. It was as if the book was written with them in mind. Not to mention, it’s one of those quotable/inspirational/life-changing movies—the kind that makes you re-evaluate your life. I think I’m in a good place with mine.
As Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, Tumblr, CNN, TIME, BBC, NY Times (shall I keep going?) have indicated for days, Hurricane Sandy is taking a road trip to the good ‘ol East Coast, with a pit stop in our dear Vermont. School has, thankfully, been cancelled for tomorrow, but the skies are barely showing any signs. The wind has picked up, and I think that’s all we’ll be seeing. This morning was stunning, a before-storm calm painting the skies with warm colors. Vermont is in a state of emergency, but we’ll see what happens or where it goes. I haven’t had a chance to see Irene’s damages in Southern Vermont, but I’ve heard the stories about the emotional, and physical, effects it had. As exciting it is to have school off, I hope Sandy is nowhere close to Irene. I think that’s the last thing Vermonters (especially Southern) need right now.
For the time being, we’re stocking up on “emergency” supplies, charging our phones/laptops, setting up candles just in case. It’s all an adrenaline rush.
Stay safe during the storm!