Stating the obvious, I have been very neglectful of this blog the past several months. I can’t really explain why, except to say that writing in general has been slow. I’ve started several posts and set them aside, because they felt like things I had already said here many times before.
It has been strange this New Year not to go to grad school residency in Vermont. It didn’t really hit me until people started asking me what I was doing for New Year’s Eve, and I didn’t have my “oh, I’ll be in Vermont” answer ready to assure them that I indeed would not be a total loser stuck at home at the strike of midnight.
Spending the new year at residencies the last three out of four years gave me automatic New Year’s Eve companions. Built-in friends. Last year, I kissed one of my built-in friends at midnight, a fellow grad student I adored. She was the first woman I’d kissed in years. Not for lack of desire, simply opportunity, and even though I knew it was pretty innocent, and wouldn’t lead to some beautiful queer love affair where we visit each other in our respective cities and show off our favorite restaurants and walking paths and places to eavesdrop, it was still wonderful in itself. It made me feel part of something.
One thing that I have taken away from grad school, besides the actual school part, is the benefits of writing community, of going somewhere new for several days just to write and read, to see new things, to talk to new people. Even, perhaps, to whimsically kiss a person you never would have known if it weren’t for the drive to write and create.
Happy 2019 everyone! May we all make space for a little more spontaneity and creativity this year.