Skype

Skype is a gift from God, or from the creators of technology. It allows us to connect with those far away, to hear their voices, and to even see their faces. Having attended an international school in high school, Skype means even more for us whose closest friends are some thousands of miles away.

That being said, I'm terrible at Skype-ing.

I am always telling my friends through Facebook posts and messages that we ought to Skype sometime, but to set an actual date and time, and follow through and go online at that precise moment, is quite difficult. For me, it's even more difficult than getting to a meeting on time. And Skype-ing doesn't even require leaving my room!
Thinking about it though, I think that however much I would love to see and hear my friends, I am, in reality, afraid to video chat with them. I can type for hours on end and write letters and leave wall posts, but I am afraid of that surreal face-to-face encounter that although it seems real, is really not. Although it's just like talking to a friend in the flesh, it feels weird for me to Skype. For some, it's as naturally as placing a phone call. For others, like me, I wouldn't say that I avoid using the application, but I definitely don't utilize it as much as I say I want to. It's something about the physical gap in time and space since the last time I was standing next to my friend in the flesh I shy away from video chatting. I don't know if it's just a quirk of mine or if it's a common feeling shared by others, but

I'd much prefer to wait to meet in person. 

Memories

I wonder how many, and which memories could I dredge up from my lifetime if I blogged about one per day?

Sometimes there is a fleeting feeling of nostalgia, other times waves of memories that wash over me. Sometimes I could write a novel; other times a photo is more than words.

This song has been on my mind tonight: "Every Night (When the Sun Go In)"
Although the beautiful lyrics and tune were the only aspects on my mind, as I turn my attention to the melody in my head I find myself facing middle school, and the chamber choir, Seventh Heaven, along with the longtime director of the choir and all the pride that came with being a member of the prestigious Seventh Heaven. With those memories come recollections of weekly performances, either in concert or in private homes or even once at the state capital. Memories of 7:30am rehearsals, jokes on the director, spending so much time together with every performance. The group of friends that formed during these two years of 7th and 8th grade were my friends throughout high school, and most of them are still tight today.

The song itself is beautiful, if a bit sad. There are present accompanying feelings with the tune, but the memories outweigh the emotions for now.