My last morning at the Norman Mailer Writers Colony, I was up early—there was a lot to finish up before hitting the road, and I have to confess I was a little blue: leaving there means goodbye for another year (sometimes I go up in the summer, but this year with everything going on, that won’t be possible either financially or time-wise), and a return to the regular routine of my life, which is run, run, run, run.
After putting my suitcase in the car and dumping some trash, I took a break and checked my e-mail. I was thrilled to see an e-mail from David’s Bridal: Your Special Order Has Arrived!
I knew that meant only one thing: my gown was in.
I was pleasantly surprised: I’d been told, when I’d ordered it back on January 11, that it wouldn’t be in until April 25. At the same time, I thought it uncanny to get the email on my last day at Norman’s—it was a comforting signal that the life to which I was going to return was going to be crazy, yes, but also full of excitement, and that there is a lot to look forward to between my day of departure and the day I return to the Colony next year.