Urban Romantic City
The title comes from a Korean artist. Nice jazzy music without lyrics...
Anyway, in accordance with my resolution to write more, I am providing another entry. I slept over at a friend's house in the downtown area of my state's capital city (i.e. Denver). Before I did that, however, I spent 2 hours meandering through the blocks that surround the bus station. It was an interesting and refreshingly independent venture of utterly urban immersion. I was trying to find a cafe where I could read more gay lit, but I ended up going to a Starbucks, unfortunately. Must go elsewhere next time...
I've used the word "refreshing" to describe the experience. And truly, it is.Having lived in the suburbs so long, I like pure city and have a spot in my heart for the genuinely rural/country (country is the better word). I'm anxious to get to Shanghai next summer on study abroad, and I'm anxious to go to New York once I graduate from college. And if not New York, then Washington D.C. Law is in my future!
Prospects for the future aren't my only reason to be so excited about Denver. I also find the scenery really good for photography or some sort of film. I don't have the equipment for it, but lately I've been on a creative binge and I think I might finally finish writing a script by the end of this year. By extension, that means that I'll also be able to film and I'm going to do a lot more in the way of filming. (It is actually a part of my job.)
Lastly... the "dessert party" (more of an awkward gathering with approximately 8 college students sitting on a patio and looking at sweets) spurred a funny thought or two. I didn't know most of them, and a majority of the conversations devolved into high school nostalgia. It was odd to think of all the things I didn't do and haven't done, and how little that has affected me. At the same time, it underlined the fact that I was 4 years younger than the rest of them, which made that just slightly more awkward.
Alas, the second funny thought? My friend has a large house, and I slept in one of the spare rooms in the basement. No one else was on the floor, and it was quite well-decorated. I fervently recorded my vision of my dream house, only to find that it hasn't changed much in the past few years. Maybe I'll retire there?
Anyway, in accordance with my resolution to write more, I am providing another entry. I slept over at a friend's house in the downtown area of my state's capital city (i.e. Denver). Before I did that, however, I spent 2 hours meandering through the blocks that surround the bus station. It was an interesting and refreshingly independent venture of utterly urban immersion. I was trying to find a cafe where I could read more gay lit, but I ended up going to a Starbucks, unfortunately. Must go elsewhere next time...
I've used the word "refreshing" to describe the experience. And truly, it is.Having lived in the suburbs so long, I like pure city and have a spot in my heart for the genuinely rural/country (country is the better word). I'm anxious to get to Shanghai next summer on study abroad, and I'm anxious to go to New York once I graduate from college. And if not New York, then Washington D.C. Law is in my future!
Prospects for the future aren't my only reason to be so excited about Denver. I also find the scenery really good for photography or some sort of film. I don't have the equipment for it, but lately I've been on a creative binge and I think I might finally finish writing a script by the end of this year. By extension, that means that I'll also be able to film and I'm going to do a lot more in the way of filming. (It is actually a part of my job.)
Lastly... the "dessert party" (more of an awkward gathering with approximately 8 college students sitting on a patio and looking at sweets) spurred a funny thought or two. I didn't know most of them, and a majority of the conversations devolved into high school nostalgia. It was odd to think of all the things I didn't do and haven't done, and how little that has affected me. At the same time, it underlined the fact that I was 4 years younger than the rest of them, which made that just slightly more awkward.
Alas, the second funny thought? My friend has a large house, and I slept in one of the spare rooms in the basement. No one else was on the floor, and it was quite well-decorated. I fervently recorded my vision of my dream house, only to find that it hasn't changed much in the past few years. Maybe I'll retire there?