Well, I’m home again. There was a spectacular sunset last night, which seemed fitting. It was absolutely breathtaking, actually. I ran up to the sixth floor deck to get pictures before it faded, and I’m glad that I did.
There was also another lovely dinner (basa in a lemon caper sauce, jasmine rice, broccoli with almonds) and then an evening of packing. It was also an evening of trying to figure out how to fit everything into my suitcase. I had to do some serious squashing to get everything in.
It was a really good residency.
I got on the bus this morning, but not before saying goodbye to Jim Olver, the man the artists like to call Mr. Banff. He’s such a gem, and he loves the Banff Centre so much. He’s the best.
And he dragged my enormous suitcase down for me, despite my many protestations and waved goodbye as the shuttle pulled away.
So that’s the end of this year’s Banff Centre adventures. I came home with a suitcase full of things (and clean laundry – there are machines for the artists, so I did all of mine last night so that I could just put clean clothes away when I got home). I also came home with a manuscript that is reading more like a book, to my great delight. There is work to be done on it over the next few weeks, but I have a clear plan for how I’d like the story to proceed, and a renewed sense of what I want to achieve, too.
Tonight? We are ordering a ton of Chinese food for a belated birthday celebration. Bring on the dumplings! Bring on the spring rolls! Bring on the chow mein!