And so it begins...

Whelp, after much feet-dragging, I have finally found the motivation to start up the blog which will serve as my chronicle of my time spent in the Guitar Repair and Building Program.

The night before my first day of guitar school... 

Well, really I should start with my trip on over to my new city and new state of residence that is Red Wing, Minnesota (population a HECK of a lot smaller than what I am accustomed to). Who would have thought that I would move from a town famous for a clothing line that no longer is made there (b'gosh!) to another town where their claims to fame are work boots, pottery, and apparently this instrument repair program?

I really shouldn't rag on this town too hard; I've only been here 4 days...however, everyone here drives UNDER the speed limit and I have to get all of my booze in liquor stores as opposed to gas stations or groceries...

Anyway, my pilgrimage wasn't particularly difficult, neither was the move into my new place, for that matter...emotionally, well, that is probably where it was the hardest, but that is to be expected when you are moving 300 or so miles away from everything and everyone you know. I'm a complete wuss about this though, because my roommate moved here from Texas, so he's got me beat on the far from home argument.

For the better part of my 4 days here, I didn't leave my place much. Mostly due to the unpacking, organizing, a frustrating 2 hours getting my amp to work correctly, and just getting everything settled, but I finally ventured out into the unknown and got a feel for my surroundings (as well as groceries). With the town as small as it is, getting lost is very difficult to do...theoretically. I don't have a story about getting lost, but as I stated earlier, I didn't get out much.

But now, I stand on the cusp of my first day of guitar repair and construction school, something I have wanted to do for so long, and right now my biggest fears are sleeping through my alarm, cutting my fingers off in a freak table saw accident, and not being good enough to advance in the program. All completely senseless fears and worries, well, minus the sleeping through the alarm bit...I know I will be fine and so many people have faith and belief that I will do well and succeed, but still, a bit of anxiety is still normal. 

I don't want to go back to slinging cinnamon roasted nuts, so really, I HAVE to succeed at this. There is no other option.

All I know is that it is getting late, and I've exhausted all of the interesting bits from my first few days...Tomorrow is when all of the cool stuff starts, and I will try to keep all of you in the loop.