Crashing

I went to the UMEA All-State Choir Festival in Salt Lake City this weekend. I roomed with three other girls from Fremont High School's chamber choir, "Legacy." In total, 18 of the choir's 24 came to this festival. We had an amazing three days- shopping, eating, playing, swimming, talking, joking, laughing, and sometimes even crying together. There really is no replacement for time if you want to get to know somebody. Most of all, we SANG TOGETHER. And ah, no big deal, but that singing thing went down in the Tabernacle on Temple Square. 

You cannot know the power of choral singing unless it has touched your life. When you are in a choir with somebody, you have to trust them COMPLETELY to do their part, and you have to be willing to work hard so that none of you let each other down. From such trust, one cannot help but grow closer; and from such trust, one cannot help but learn to love.

Now maybe you understand part of what the weekend was to me, and why it meant so much.
I came to a messy house in which everyone but me was asleep, and I found myself suddenly VERY lonely. Where were the beautiful souls I had spent my weekend with? Where were the inside jokes and random bursts of beautiful harmony? I stepped on a lego, went into my room, lay down in bed, and cried.
I awoke this morning to a phlegmy throat ( a natural consequence of hard singing for extended periods ) and a heavy heart. This was my last All-State, perhaps my last choir trip. Although it may seem a little cliche, I said goodbye to part of my heart when I left Salt Lake City and traveled home to little old Warren. 

 Choir has been my life, my joy, my solace. So that's why I crashed. The higher they stand, the harder they fall. And I was lucky enough to stand with giants last night.