And so it begins.
The awkward sitting in open rooms with quiet people. Forcing myself to open books in hopes of learning the names of capitals that I don’t particularly care about. Turning up Dvorak as far as it will go.
Classical music is the only thing keeping me from throwing papers to the side and wandering the streets of Seattle for hours with the Thermals on full blast.
A small sampling of Bach and Mozart symphonies and Yo-Yo Ma stylings. Seriously, it’s the one thing keeping me in my seat.