Worn. Out.

I am so glad that choral society is over.  I enjoy singing but I need a break and being out until 10 PM during the week is tiresome.  They are practicing for a 9/11 concert in September for a few weeks in May but I decided not to do that.  There are some things I don't think I can emotionally handle.  I am a sympathy crier.  If someone is crying near me, or even on television, I am soon right there with them crying my eyes out as if I am the one who's life is changing or was changed.

Speaking of crying, my boyfriend has earned an A++ in consoling me when I am upset.  I got upset the other night and he just wiped my tears and told me everything is going to be okay.  He would have held me if we weren't in the car going down the road.  That's all I ever need someone to do, not walk away or say: "Don't Cry" or "Please Don't".  Boys in the past never handled anything quite that well.  I am pretty certain he is a keeper.

Next week I get to once again visit the grand state of Pennsylvania for a wedding.  I am really excited and happy for the couple.  They are amazing together and I can't wait to see what they accomplish for God's Kingdom.  I have the perfect travel companion and I've been saving my pennies so that we can afford to drive up there and back.  So.... "West Philadelphia born and raised, on the playground is where I spent most of my days".  Yes!  You guessed it!  We will be in West Philly, home of Will Smith, and West Chester, home of Bam Margera.  We will most likely see the Liberty Bell and Independence Hall as well.