last week was my fourth at the Mountainview grand resort and spa in Whitefield, New Hampshire. the reason? my fourth and final residency for my m.f.a. degree. I still have a semester’s worth of work to do, but my residency requirement is complete.
though I will return for graduation, that will not be a whole week. it will be different. and while I do feel I have completed what I need to do as a residency student, I will miss the week in “the bubble,” a supportive community of writers.
I will miss the hotel. I will miss wondering if the noises heard in the night are evidence of a haunting…or something else. I will miss sweeping away frost on the window pane to reveal the mountains beyond. I will miss the long, winding hallways filled with paintings—some of animals with creepy human eyes.
I will miss the kind and accommodating staff. I will miss the giant whoopee pies. I will miss the barn full of animals.
I will miss the readings, the faculty, the students. I will miss all of what residency had to offer.
this doesn’t mean i’m not ready for the challenges ahead, this semester and beyond. the program has done a great job preparing me, I feel, to pursue writing fiction professionally, and I hope, to teach creative writing.
it’s the end of an era, short though it was. it was an era i’ll always treasure, an experience better than I could have imagined. i’m grateful to have had the opportunity to share in something so special.