Update

A couple of you have asked me about this, so I should make it public knowledge: my ultimatum worked. Help is on the way. In the form of not one but THREE summer staff. Halleluia! A giant weight falls from my shoulders...

Still, though, I'm not proud of myself. I'm not glad that I acted like I did, I'm not excited to have found this rock-hard core inside me. I liked myself better when I was soft and nice and naive and let people step on me a bit. Or a lot. But I guess you can't have it both ways, and I chose to stick up for myself. So that's that. Exit Old Jess, enter New Improved(?) Jess.

In other news, we're singing a Mozart Mass (in G) in choir and I realize that I love Mozart. Who knew? I like some classical music, but really only piece by piece. I don't have a big enough listening repertoire to put them into categories by composer or time period or key signature or whatever. I just like what I like. Like Bach's Cello Suites. I'd like to be married or buried to that (whichever happens first).

I also made the realization that there are three people in Germany who I'm going to miss when I go home. None of them live in my town, though.

It's hard to plan a life half a world away. But I get to... so I'm not complaining.