Months of planning and anticipation finally came to fruition last night. The Diva finally went home, and what a homecoming it was! There is nothing in the world that can compare to hearing the words, "Oh my god! You're back!" followed by hugs galore from everyone you once knew, with smiles and laughter enough to fill a hall.
For those of you who haven't been in my mental loop, last night I traveled back to my old stomping grounds in Rochester and signed up to sing once again for the Rochester Gay Men's Chorus -- better known as RGMC. It was something I had been meaning to do ever since I moved to Syracuse, but as fate would have it, the SCA got in the way. (In a sort of freakish coincidence, when I lived in Rochester the RGMC had practice on Tuesday nights, which was the same day that Thescorre had it meetings. At that time I decided to be part of RGMC. When I moved to Delftwood, our meetings were on Thursday nights. Strangely enough, the RGMC had to move their rehersals to the same night. By that time, I was a little committed to the SCA.)
The trip takes about an hour and a half from Syracuse to Rochester, so the moment I got out of work I made the journey and arrived just in time for voice placements to begin. The first person who saw me was Marcus. He was also the first to shriek out "Oh my god!" He lauched himself out of his chair and bolted right at me, giving me the biggest hug ever!
The next person to see me was Nick, the choir director. He pretty much used the same phrase, followed by "What are you doing here? Did you stop by for a visit?"
"No," I replied. "I'm here to sing."
"Oh my god!" came the startled response again. Immediately he told me that he didn't need me to try out in voice placement. "If you sing half as good as you use to, you're a first tenor." It had been a while since I had really performed, so the confidence he had in me really was an ego booster.
To make a long story short, there was much mugging going on as old friends who were shocked by my presence made their way to the front of the hall to greet me.
A while later, Terry and Alan arrived -- two of my First Tenor buddies. (Backstory: Terry, the infamous John that I always talk about, and I use to hang out together quite a bit before I moved to Syracuse.) Alan took one look at me and gave the loudest, "Oh my god!" which made everyone laugh.
It had been eight years since I had practiced and performed with these guys, and yet once we started rehersal, I felt as though I had never left. Terry and I were chattering with each other like we always did, and Alan and I were camping it up something awful.
I finally found where I needed to be -- where I wanted to be. They always say that you can never go back home and I remember the first time I actually understood that phrase. I also now know that it is possible to go back home. Sure, we've grown older and some things have changed, but deep down inside they were the same people I left 8 years ago. I was home and I suddenly realized how much I missed it. I was back to me.