It's difficult to put into words everything I've been through since I left on Septembe 16th. The adventure started on the leg between Houston and Belize, where I sat in front of George Saunders and began to speak with him.
I've journaled every day but I'm still working on them, sorting through the adventures and trying to recall every moment, every conversation, every amazing tidbit of knowledge. I'll be posting them here hopefully tomorrow.
In the meantime, I think the hardest thing is coming home and coming back to reality. After spending seven days with a group that was hand picked to come together as a group and support one another and learn from one another, not because our writing was the best necessarily but because we all held the same goals and desires, to then come back to school and be hit with the grind again being surrounded really by people that just don't care. That's harsh, I know, but I know that almost everyone sees it as a vaction, as me taking time off. They couldn't be futher from the truth and I feel sorry that they can't look beyond that to see that I've changed. I am a different person now than I was two weeks ago, and people who are my friends will see it, Erica I know will, Jessie will, my writing friends obviously will....but many of my coworkers are so shortsighted that they just won't even bother to see.
I'm really struggling with how to put everything into words. It was unquestionably an amazing, life changing experience. That belittles it. It was so much more than what I had imagined, hoped, dreamed, wished for. And the fact that it was in Belize was only icing on the cake. Belize was a kick ass setting, but it was the people, the writers, Charlie, George and Michael, that made me different.
More to follow.......