Lesley Residency 1.5

Today was a day for memories, both good and not-so-good. It began with a surprise visit by Mr. Andy Hicks to this very page to comment on all the old Soma entries. During today’s writing seminar, Writing From Life Experience (conducted by the gifted storyteller Deborah Wiles), I recounted, for the first time in a long time, the story of how I wrote my grandfather’s eulogy. And, at the end of the night, I found myself recounting years of lonely memories as I contemplated a drive home to an empty apartment, Stephanie having taken her leave to go camping for the remainder of the week.

I believe I am making good friends at this residency. I cannot be sure, of course. I’d like to believe that they are continuing to allow me to hang out with them at least partially because they like me. There is a requisite amount of awkwardness as they get used to the wackiness of the Chris, but they seem to appreciate my tangents and my humor.

Tomorrow we will workshop the second of my two stories. If they really hate me, I suppose they could let me have it then.

For the most part, I haven’t let my insecurities get the best of me. It’s been rough tonight becasue now, more than ever, I wish I was back in Cambridge with all of the rest. I’m here in this apartment all alone and in the thoughtful, emotional place I am in, that might not be a good thing.

We’ll see what happens though. I’m sure I’ll make it through the night and into tomorrow. The fact that this residency is now just about half over is beginning to sadden me. I don’t want to let go of this feeling or of this place or of these people.