This is the relaunch party for this blog. As I'm moving to Ohio in a week and a half (!) I thought I'd relaunch the blog with the name I love most dearly in order to keep people up-to-date with the impending move across the country, and as a project for myself during my, as of now, never-ending summer. So, even though the posts are nearly three years old and some of them almost embarrassing (the poems have been drastically revised and the analysis of some of my previous posts not fully developed)Papel Chiltepin will be where I write about this next stage in my life that both looms and tantalizes (though, right now, it mostly looms).
At this moment I am at my friend Tasha's house, at my last meeting for the Writing Group in it's current incarnation. We are missing Jeevan, and there is one man down (oh, Gus, how we miss your lengthy sentences), but still it feels great to be writing with Tracy, Taylor, Breelan, and Tasha, because, in the past two years, if it weren't for this group, I wouldn't be writing creatively. This is also just one more good-bye in the litany of good-byes I have begun (Beth, school colleagues and friends, my professional life in Tucson). So even though this is a relaunch party, there is a sadness that hangs over this post for me. I am putting my hesitancy of this move, a hesitancy I have verbalized but never put down in writing, in the most ambiguous form; realize, though, dear reader, this move has me sad and scared and a little hopeful in a way I can't fully express.
