When an Old Dog Learn a New Trick, it shouldn't mean that He Forgets the Old Ones

In the past couple days I have rediscovered two things that I really love but just...hadn't given myself time to participate in while here at BYU.

I sang in Concert Choir for two years in high school. My dad and younger sisters are AMAZING singers and, though I've always loved singing, I never really got the chance to until sophomore year. The first year was probably the best. I learned a lot and made many friends, among them one of best friends, Jesse. The whole class went to Seattle together for a competition (Seattle is probably one of my favorite cities in the U.S.) and it was one of the most fun trips I've been on. We also sang many beautiful songs, such as "Season of Love" (Larsen), "This Marriage" (Whitacre), and "Autumn" (Shank), the first of which, in particular, is, in my opinion, one of the most beautiful songs ever written. But anyways, yes, the past couple days the two ward choirs I have been in have sung a few times and I was just suddenly really taken aback. Simply, I need to start singing again, like in a choir (or some more formal setting than the shower).

A few hours ago, some friends and I went on an Easter egg hunt at Kiwanis park. As I dove into the base of a spruce tree to search for eggs, I was remember of how similar this is to geocaching. I discovered geocaching in an ad in the newspaper for an activity up in Tahoe and have been more-or-less avid ever since. Yet, I haven't gone in nearly a year, certainly not while I've been at BYU. At home, I used to take to the streets by bike and, just to relax and take my mind off things, go look for a cache. I've very much missed it and hope I get the chance to soon, after finals maybe.

They say you can't go home again, yet maybe that's not true. And, even if it is, there are things, pieces of home, that we once knew that we can go back to.