In high school, I was constantly busy with something. The school paper, trips around the country, student council and choir.
In college, that became classes and the newspaper and ballroom dancing and vocal lessons and choir.
And now, nearly two years out of college, I find myself working in journalism, signing up for dance classes, volunteering at a writing center and, lo and behold, singing in another choir. Today was my first day in the Capitol Hill Chorale. My head is now filled with Mozart and Brahms and Latin. I also really want to watch “Amadeus.”
Things change. And yet, they don’t.