Thus far this MFA residency, the name of the game has been bravery.
Thursday, I found my way from Logan International Airport to school all by my lonesome, on public transportation, learning why “luggage” is called “luggage.”
Friday, I walked my shoes off, finished 100 pages of the book I’m reading, and found a potential place to rent.
This morning, I voluntarily read my own work out loud in front of the author of my favorite novel.
This afternoon, I meant to say I wanted to read Lolita for my semester project and instead the words “Moby Dick” came out of my mouth.
This evening, I am going dancing (to funk and groove music, I believe, whatever that is) with a girl I met yesterday and her friends, on whom I’ve never laid eyes on.
Tomorrow, I may fly.