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by sydonnie dennisur (United States of America)

A leap into the unknown USA

My travel story took place in Newark, New Jersey and has become the most significant time in my life. A few years ago I applied for a two weeks term, writer's workshop program, with the guidance of a published author. A small group of us were selected based on our writing skill. We were provided accomodations in a nice home atmosphere, in which we were able to practice and hone many different styles of writing. I had never experienced anything like this, I was very eager and knew I wanted to be a writer. Upon my arrival in Newark, I anxiously awaited meeting my advisor. I could feel the excitement of the city immediately. I am especially comfortable traveling by train, because I liked to people watch. I find it feeds my imagination to observe or merely glance at all walks of life, while attempting to create a story befitting of each person. "She looks like she's running late for work", "he looks like he hates his life". Many scenarios run through my mind as I'm waiting for my advisor. My mentor/advisor, Darnell, finally met me at the station with one of the other writers. We greeted each other with a warm hug and engaged in a bit of small talk about our trip. Darnell informed us of when the others would arrive and our itinerary for the day. Our workshop began on a Monday evening and there was also a monthly dinner with other creators. We started our first day as a group, with dinner. On our way, Darnell broke the news to us that our initial accommodations for the two weeks had fallen through, though he eventually secured provision for everyone. I thought of how most people may have panicked at such a set back, but my spirit assured I could trust him. He had trusting eyes and confidence in his voice. We went to a Thai restaurant in New York City. The place had a warm and relaxing ambiance. Around the table was dimly lit, however, there were decorative lights suspended above each table. The evening progressed on and our group became more relaxed among each other. A few of Darnell's friends waved him over and we all introduced ourselves. We shared stories and laughs about family, our childhoods and youthful experiences. I remember thinking to myself in that moment, "this feels good". Just a few hours ago I didn't know any of these people but now I'm enjoying dinner with them in a captivating new city. The rest of the week we spent doing writing assignments either in the home or out in the city. I felt compelled to really dive into my imagination and become the character I was creating. We commuted back and forth from Newark to New York City. The train rides were always fascinating. From the crowds to the foods to the scurrying creatures about the city, it all felt as welcoming and familiar as the friendly neighbor you see everyday. There was always some kind of event, showcasing of the arts happening, whether it was someone singing, dancing or playing the drums, you are bound to be entertained. I love how fearless everyone in the city seemed. Nobody was afraid to be themselves and be great at it. Witnessing the bustle of the city, everyone had tunnel vision trying to get to their destination. If you didn't walk fast enough you'd find yourself being walked around, aggressively. Similar to life's opportunities, if you wait too long that opportunity may move along. One particular memory that always stuck with me, the day we spent sitting in Central Park, creating stories about the people we saw there. The sun mounted in the sky perfectly as I made myself comfortable in the grass under a big tree and let the words flow. "Be the character you want to be", is what I told myself. A big bronze "Alice in Wonderland" statue caught our eye in the middle of the park. Great photo-op for the group, but to me, the entire experience was a great writing opportunity. Set along my journey. Being the person I wanted to be in real life; a writer that travels.