So the others have developed a routine of going to Harvey’s for a happy hour immediately following our afternoon seminars but before the nighttime readings. I feel uncomfortable because almost everyone goes and I feel left out. In my more paranoid moments, I wonder if they talk about me and the fact that I don’t drink. Even the others who are on psychotropics go and drink. I just don’t get it.
One guy who lives in Columbus invited everyone over to his house last night for a party celebrating the almost-end of residency and his passing his thesis defense, I guess. I went but only stayed an hour. I have never been around so much alcohol. I left when one of the matrons in our program was nearing being drunk enough that she kept touching my shoulder for support.
Otherwise I have socialized well. We meet up for breakfast, lunch, and dinner at the cafeteria or at different restaurants. I seem to get along with everyone so that makes me feel good. Some I have been around more than others, so that is just the way that is. I like to think I’ve made friends. We will see.
Residency is almost over. We have today and tomorrow, and I will head back Sunday morning. I’ve enjoyed myself but will be glad to get back home. I hope I will take away some of the habits I’ve learned here about writing and keep them going. I hope I can wake up on time and not have to sleep during the day. I hope I can stay happy. I plan to take my daughter out more instead of both of us holing up in the house all summer. Grand plans, I know. But maybe I can stick to them.