A few minutes ago I returned from a long-postponed walk around the beautiful neighborhood to the south of my apartment. The weather today nice and warm, my roommates and friends are for the most part out somewhere else enjoying the Superbowl, and I needed to get out the apartment and get some exercise before I could start on my Film History paper.
It was an extremely enjoyable and illuminating walk. I got to admire the extremely varied and eccentric mix of architectural styles around here and discover a variety of places I didn't know existed, including a t-shirt printery, a VCR repair shop, an elementary school, a church, and a bike shop. It's amazing to me that not more than a block away from the tedium and silliness of areas of college housing there are these beautiful, quiet, and friendly communities of actual legitimate people.
I also found a poor discarded clip-on bow tie in the middle of an intersection. I brought it home and plan to nurse it back to health before releasing it back into its natural habitat.
Recently I've had a strong desire for domesticity, or at least my idea of domesticity. I want a house with a yard and a well-equipped kitchen. I want a warm evening in the late spring with the windows open, sitting on the couch with a dog next to me. I want to walk to an ice cream shop, get a cup of sorbet, and eat it sitting on a bench at the riverside, watching the sun set.
I don't suppose any of these desires are particularly strange or unique, but I can't help but think that they're not really what I should be fantasizing about at this point in my life, when I should be more excited about getting a job and doing things I'm passionate about. Maybe it has something to do with being bored of winter and wishing spring would hurry up and get here. I don't know.
Anyways, the sounds, smells, and sights of snow and ice melting always fill me with anticipation and all kinds of notions. It was a nice walk.
It was an extremely enjoyable and illuminating walk. I got to admire the extremely varied and eccentric mix of architectural styles around here and discover a variety of places I didn't know existed, including a t-shirt printery, a VCR repair shop, an elementary school, a church, and a bike shop. It's amazing to me that not more than a block away from the tedium and silliness of areas of college housing there are these beautiful, quiet, and friendly communities of actual legitimate people.
I also found a poor discarded clip-on bow tie in the middle of an intersection. I brought it home and plan to nurse it back to health before releasing it back into its natural habitat.
Recently I've had a strong desire for domesticity, or at least my idea of domesticity. I want a house with a yard and a well-equipped kitchen. I want a warm evening in the late spring with the windows open, sitting on the couch with a dog next to me. I want to walk to an ice cream shop, get a cup of sorbet, and eat it sitting on a bench at the riverside, watching the sun set.
I don't suppose any of these desires are particularly strange or unique, but I can't help but think that they're not really what I should be fantasizing about at this point in my life, when I should be more excited about getting a job and doing things I'm passionate about. Maybe it has something to do with being bored of winter and wishing spring would hurry up and get here. I don't know.
Anyways, the sounds, smells, and sights of snow and ice melting always fill me with anticipation and all kinds of notions. It was a nice walk.
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