Spring break?

So if you know me at all, you probably know that I did not have a real spring break this year. I went on Midwest choir tour instead! It was actually pretty fun. No matter what people say, I love the Midwest. My opinion is, if you don't like it, please move back to whatever warm place you come from. This might seem a little mean, but I am so tired of people complaining and/or bashing the Midwest. Sorry for the mini-rant. Clearly, Midwest bashing is a pet peeve of mine. But seriously, I love the Midwest. We get the most glorious autumns (my favorite season!) complete with apple orchards, crisp cool weather, and the most amazing colors everywhere! It also gets a sentence all to itself because I love it so much. We get fantastic winters with fluffy snow, and (usually) cool pleasant flowery springs. I can't say I like the summers. Summer and I don't get along, unless I'm at Honey Rock. Honey Rock is on average the right temperature for summer and there are these novel things called TREES! Trees happen to keep the worst of the sun off of my very sensitive skin. I have gotten a tan once. It happened to be the summer I spent all my time outside working at Honey Rock. I digress. I went on a Midwest choir tour in exchange for a quiet relaxing spring break. I did not have a choice in the matter. As my last choir tour was the stuff of nightmares, I was not excited for this one. There was only one thing that was the light at the end of the tunnel for me: The last stop. The last stop was home for me. My home church and a brief time with my family. This thought kept me going as I began preparations to depart. To explain, my previous experience with Wheaton College choir tour was out to Colorado and back. I was a freshman, still trying to get a handle on how college worked and where I fit in it. (Heck, I'm STILL trying to get a hang of it. And doing pretty badly.) Despite this I had been on choir tour in high school and it had mostly been pretty fun. (An introvert basically living on a bus full of people for a week never REALLY ends well, but there are various levels of coping.) That freshman year tour was the thing of nightmares for me. By the end I was sick in almost any way you could think up: physically, mentally, and emotionally. So you can imagine I was not absolutely thrilled with the idea of this one.
Long story short, it wasn't as bad as I was anticipating. It still was not and will never be my number one choice for a week off, but I survived. I made sure I was staying with girls I got along well with (when I could), I obtained a seatmate who has interests in common with me (this is hard for me to find in chorale), and I brought my iPod this time! (My iPod was stolen a week before we left and I had not had time to obtain a new one.) The girls in chorale I had previously been on less than fantastic terms with before tour didn't drive me up the wall as usual. I got a half decent amount of sleep (only half), struck up a friendship with our bus driver, and I did not get ill! However, tour has still left me more tired than before I had left, and left me to recover with school crashing down around me at the same time.
Today, I go home. For three whole days. Still not even close to a substantial amount of time, but more than anything since winter break. I get to sleep in my own bed, play with my dog, eat my mom's fantastic cooking, and maybe finally relax a little. Maybe. Have a very blessed Easter everyone!