But the task proved more difficult than anticipated. In that quiet solitude, thoughts unreeled from my head into a big messy pile so confoundedly entangled that I broke the line, balled up the mess, disposed of it, and made a fresh start. Which invariably re-tangled itself and had to be broke again and again, until finally all those loops and twists and knots started making sense to me and I was able to unravel them down to one straight, sleek line.
Ultimately, that is what made my experience so valuable- the details. A crock of home-made chocolate chip cookies waiting on the table, the spacious living room with its rich wooden tones, an eclectic collection of vinyls, soft beds covered with warm quilts. A confluence of countless elements enveloped my senses and put my mind at ease in that unfamiliar setting, dissolving my fears and worries.
I know that this intangible something will continue to inform my decisions long after leaving the Hill House. Those two weeks will brightly bob along the surface my memory for as long as I'm able to remember. They were truly a gift.