By this point I’ve conducted enough interviews to make several podcasts, but I still feel like I’m not done; that I’m just beginning to scratch the surface of questions that beg for rigorous investigation, that I owe it to the people who have shown me secret spots in the island and shared their vulnerable stories and spoken of dark pasts to do something more, that I’m not close to being done.
In the spirit of evaluating the decisions I made then, I want to go through some of the things that I brought that were really worth the investment, and some things I wish I had done differently.
One of the earliest pieces of advice I remember from a NaNoWriMo encouragement email was to tell people that you're writing a novel to keep yourself accountable. This is me doing that.
In between the produce cravings, sweaty hikes home, and forced Netflix cleanse, I do feel like I’m living in a way that’s totally different from anything I’ve ever experienced. And yet somehow, the day-to-day moments don’t feel that strange.
For myself and for friends and fam following this blog, here are my Reasons For Being Here.
There's something refreshing about being more intentional with my purchasing decisions. For one thing, everything I get has to be worth its weight.
Not until I used the phrase did it remind my advisor of similar forms of detention worldwide. The term allowed access to a larger, global conversation.
Maybe it won't be so lonely after all.
I'm still chasing solitude. A geographical and social isolation feels as close as I can get to a test of self-sufficiency without the danger of physical harm.
As an interdisciplinary major with serious commitment issues when it comes to academics, the opportunity to craft my own proposal with almost no boundaries was too good to resist.