Leaving on a jet plane
Tomorrow's the big day. Tomorrow I arrive in Vermont. Which means today I pack.
People have been asking me for days now if I'm packed and ready. Ha! No. I'm a last minute packer. For one thing, I had to do laundry first and because of a family obligation last night, laundry didn't get done until this afternoon.
I have to get up tomorrow at 4 am. I'm staying at my sister's in Des Moines tonight because otherwise I'd have to get up at 3 am. I'm bribing her to take me to the airport. She says she's going to wear her pajamas because she's only stopping long enough for me to hop out. I don't blame her. Getting up early, particularly in the dark and the cold, is really unpleasant.
Eleven years ago this month I left in the cold and the dark and boarded a plane for a new adventure. I'd enlisted in the Army Reserve and was headed to Ft. Jackson, South Carolina. I was an older enlistee--late twenties--old enough to know better. But I wanted to see if I could do it.
It's the same with an MFA. I want to see if I can do it.