returning thoughts

i have now happily settled into my home on Vassar after a month of constant but exciting transition.

for an entire week, i drove in and out of a small fishing town in the north of Perú called Cabo Blanco. it is the home of Hemmingway's fishing escapades and to many people that i grew to love. a little girl named Leslie in whose home we filmed, a man named Medardo who could ask people to be silent from a mile away by smiling and pressing his finger to his lips, and a woman named Martha who takes the title of Ms. Cabo Blanco and ensured our success. i will never forget this place or the people who came with me.

story

on several occasions, i have found myself stepping back from my life and saying, 'huh, it feels a little bit like i'm living in a soap opera right now.' granted, i don't think i'd ever truly claimed that as i have yet to become pregnant and have doubts as to who the father is.

currently i am taking a screenwriting class and i read every week about how to throw your character into situations that stretch them to their limit, and i feel like the one difference between my life and the life of my character is that i know how it will all turn out for my character. so it's made me wonder. is my life a compelling drama because i can't live without the plot and conflict that only story can provide? am i so afraid of a mundane life that i continually make decisions to throw things up in the air and test the shark-ridden waters? is that why i'm so attracted to telling stories? i've never been one for generating drama and i will admit to avoiding conflict; yet it follows me. perhaps i really do desire a story out of my life.