The first significant snowfall since Christmas settled upon my lovely Philadelphia this morning. On the plus side, my only class of the day was canceled. On the downside, so was my flight. So now I'm fixin' to fly out for Detroit at 6:15 am tomorrow morning. This throws a wrench into plans for today and for the weekend, and I'll surely be unable to see everyone I had hoped to in my now two-day excursion to the Motor City.
Alas. The snow isn't all bad; in fact I quite like it. It changes the pace of the city. Somehow it's simultaneously slower yet frenzied. I walked through Rittenhouse Square on my way here (Capriccio on 17th and Locust), and as always, found it to be the most magical place in the world. A couple sipped steaming coffee while laughing on a park bench. People played with their dogs who were so excited about this strange stuff covering the ground. A dad threw snowballs with his three daughters. A bunch of kids in sweatshirts and snowpants were playing football. People are rushing to get outside and enjoy their lives. I love this city. I love slushing around in my snow boots. I love the way my right sock always works its way off my foot in my snow boots. Wait. I hate that. Why only my right sock? It's too funny to be annoying. But I digress.
So an intended travel day becomes a blessed free day? (<----attempt at optimism). I'm here at the cafe to get my sketch on. I feel like I've been working my booty off these last couple weeks and accomplishing little. The workpile is increasing exponentially and I'm barely making a dent. On top of it all I'm supposed to be applying for internships. On Wednesday night I was freaking out about them. Today I'm feeling better. It seems that most firms who do urban design are looking for people with hand drawing skills. Hurray! That's me. Who knew an art major would ever be useful for something?
Strangely enough I'm sketching more than ever lately. It's like now that I don't have to be artistic and don't have to keep a sketchbook, I want to. I'm not afraid of sucking anymore. I mean, I might suck, but at least I'm not afraid of it, and I guess that's what counts. People here are easily impressed and that gives me the shallow confidence to keep drawing. Actually, I just want to draw. It feels good. It keeps me psychologically warmed up for anything requiring creativity. I'm also writing with my left hand a lot - even more than I did in college. I actually like that handwriting better now. And I like my left-handed drawings better. Weird.
I'm leading a double-life. Two cities. Two handwritings. Two faiths (or one faith and a lack thereof). Two sets of friends. It's fractured. It was disconcerting. I think I'm used to it now. The being used to it is disconcerting.
I realize I should put some pictures on here. I'll get on that.
Just wanted to update you.
hearts,
-k
2 comments:
Hope your trip was fun, my friend.
Ben and I went snowboarding this weekend in Seven Springs, PA. We just got back and are sore.
I kinda went snowboarding. . . Well, not really, more like walked the streets going door to door, asking people to give to Save The Children. Either way, I was cold and wet fro hours. The things people say to get around saying "I don't really care that much about poor kids."
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