And here you have it.

I'm attempting to call from their hiding places, the right words to describe my experience here on Paros. None readily come to mind.

In the chaos that has been my initiation to the island, there have been many emotions. All felt to the tenth power, and all welcome.

I had my first class today, which reminded me that I'm on this island to learn about truth and art, and to broaden my perspective regarding the world around me. I am not on this island to determine if I prefer white wines to red wines, although I'm sure that will have its place.

My coursework is daunting, but welcome.

I feel like the instructors here will really dive into my work, and properly rip my ego to shreds. They will teach me structure and function, and give shape to the free-style writing habits I've adapted.

As for island life, it's a bit unreal to be constantly surrounded by a sea so unfamiliar, that has shaped thousands of stories.

The very first scribes may have wandered these shores, and I don't quite know what has been here before. But the sand at my feet, and my need to strike truth will keep me asleep if this is all just a dream.

There's a line from a Bright Eyes song that talks about taking a "detox walk." That's every day on the island, and is probably the best way to describe my time here. Detox is a strong word, but it's what I've needed for some time. My own thoughts, my own freedom, and my own adventure.

Everything about this place is beautiful, and I'm starting to know that to share my writing is not such a bad thing. Intimidating as all get out, but healthy and necessary.

I promise that later posts will contain pictures, video, and an ample amount to humor. Tonight it is late, and I just needed to get this blog up and running.

Trust me, if you will, that these posts were all made by a travel weary version of myself. Keep reading, and you may find yourself enjoying the good ol' sarcasm and wry humor you've come to love (or hate?).

I wish you well.

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