I worked so hard this summer. I really can't explain to people the experience of Aspen. "I learned a ton." "It was very intense." "A great experience." These are my standard answers when people ask about it, but none of them is really at all adequate. It's like there's not enought to say and too much to say all at once. A big part of being a performer is being able to do it perfectly every time whenever someone asks and often to do it with every little lead time, and that's a skill that I have been honing all summer. I met lots of awesome people who I am going to miss, but I have to tell you. I'm almost looking forward to school starting up on Monday because I need a vacation. Local beer - Summer Wheat and Brown Bear Ale
It was a tough summer for a few reasons: the sheer amount of work I needed to do on a daily basis, having to do that work in a place where my usual methods of stress reduction were not available (TV, knitting, friends, cooking, cleaning), and lastly I lost someone very important to me this summer. Someone whose loss has left a huge empty spot in my heart and a perpetual tightness in my chest. I'm in desperate need of a vacation, but I almost don't want one. The more free time I have, the more I think about her, and the more I think about her the more depressed I get. I don't want to think about her, because if I don't think about her, maybe she's still here.
But now that I'm back in my little apartment, with my friends and my knitting and my kitchen, maybe I'll be able to handle it better than I have been.
Welcome home, self.