I knew I was in the right place. I was home.
Sitting in a gloomy cafeteria, eating barely passable lunch food, surrounded by hundreds of strangers...and feeling less alone than I had in months. It was the first day of my MFA program in creative writing, the people around me talked about books and writing and words. I knew I was in the right place. I was home.
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