My last day in Denver felt like a collision of lifetimes...I know, it's weird. How can spending one day on my own in Denver reduce me to tears whilst sitting in front of a painting?? Specifically, this painting:
The issue lies with me being in Denver, visiting one of my oldest friends. Denver is where the boy from Arizona lives, who I once, a million lifetimes ago, thought I could marry. And this painting, this particular painting is on view in Denver and it normally lives in my favorite city, Washington, D.C., in my favorite museum...in a gallery that I can picture, that I can smell, that I can feel...a gallery from yet another lifetime.
That's all it took.
My class is reading Home, by Toni Morrison for their First-Year Seminar this term...they're being asked, I'm being asked, to think about the concept of HOME. What is it? Does it change? How does it change? Is it a place? Is it a feeling? How does it shape, mold and change us? The painting combined with my mind working on this topic was all it took. All of the places and people and times that I've called home collided in me today. That feeling was overwhelming and left me sobbing and sniffling in front of this painting.
Boston was supposed to be where I would live for 3 years. It was never supposed to become home. Three years passed and it has never been the right time to leave. Somewhere in there, Boston became a home. Somewhere in there, I got my shit together. Somewhere along the way, Boston, and the people and opportunities it has afforded me have, changed me. What's strange though is that when I go back to my old homes, they still feel like they fit. Can Home be many places? Can Home be a time? Can Homes collide in one body? Why, yes, they can, and did.
Am I meant to stay in Boston much longer? Do I want to experience another city? I don't know. I do know that recent opportunities can lead to much greater things. Things that must be weighed and measured. For now, Boston is Home. For today, I'm a collision of lifetimes.
9/17/13
banana, raspberries, and Greek yogurt
Panera!!! salad and cuppy-cake
more cuppy-cakes!!!!! I admit, I ate two...just not in one day!
Please note, the following items were mostly shared between 3 people
guacamole and sushi
tuna tacos
shumai
sushi (all mine!)
olive oil cake
3/18/13
Panera!!! power egg bowl with steak and a fruit cup
Big-ass salad from some place called Mad Greens
Mmm, caramel and chocolate covered marshmallow on a stick!
Dinner to die for! Chicken with grilled veggies - corn, zucchini, squash, mushrooms, eggplant, and onions
9/19/13
First day back to work...
bacon, potatoes, eggs, banana, and pear
chicken with steamed cauliflower and carrots
crave-worthy pepperoni pizza for the girl who is too tired after flying all night and not sleeping (yeah, that'd be me!)
giant salad to cram in that final serving of fruits/veggies for the day
That's all it took.
My class is reading Home, by Toni Morrison for their First-Year Seminar this term...they're being asked, I'm being asked, to think about the concept of HOME. What is it? Does it change? How does it change? Is it a place? Is it a feeling? How does it shape, mold and change us? The painting combined with my mind working on this topic was all it took. All of the places and people and times that I've called home collided in me today. That feeling was overwhelming and left me sobbing and sniffling in front of this painting.
Boston was supposed to be where I would live for 3 years. It was never supposed to become home. Three years passed and it has never been the right time to leave. Somewhere in there, Boston became a home. Somewhere in there, I got my shit together. Somewhere along the way, Boston, and the people and opportunities it has afforded me have, changed me. What's strange though is that when I go back to my old homes, they still feel like they fit. Can Home be many places? Can Home be a time? Can Homes collide in one body? Why, yes, they can, and did.
Am I meant to stay in Boston much longer? Do I want to experience another city? I don't know. I do know that recent opportunities can lead to much greater things. Things that must be weighed and measured. For now, Boston is Home. For today, I'm a collision of lifetimes.
banana, raspberries, and Greek yogurt
guacamole and sushi
Panera!!! power egg bowl with steak and a fruit cup
First day back to work...
bacon, potatoes, eggs, banana, and pear
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