As I donate my belongings to Salvation Army and turn my furniture into cash, I realize the hardest part is almost here: saying goodbye and actually leaving. Not just talking about leaving but emptying what was once my home and boarding a plane with no intention of returning anytime soon. And as much as I love the adventure of picking up and moving, the thought of saying goodbye to my routine, comfort, and California friends is making me sick to my stomach.
This week, I had my second to last lesson with Alek. We reviewed a lot of the theory he’s taught me the past 4 months and it left me dreading my final lesson. I don’t even know what we’ll work on. There’s no point in working on something new so maybe we’ll do something fun – more blues soloing? I shall wait and see.
I will admit I am having second thoughts about this move – cold feet, perhaps? I just have such a great connection with Alek and his explanations are down to earth and it feels like we’re just two friends chatting away about music. I don’t even feel like I’m paying for lessons because he doesn’t rush me in and out which is a good and bad thing. I’ve accepted the many times we’d start my lessons late because I knew that he would give me the same opportunity to learn and was willing to go over the allotted time to ensure I left with a full understanding and foundation to practice new material at home.
Danny has a lot more students than Alek so that’s never an option. But I’m excited to see Danny too. He’s like a second Dad to me. Except it’s not awkward talking to him about dating and other personal events in my life. I mean, I’m extremely close to my Dad but that’s a rare topic. I’m sure some of you understand where I’m coming from.
Anyways, I’m squeezing in one last lesson on Sunday – gotta get my money’s worth. Gotta say goodbye… although a small part of me wants to stay.