Hey everyone! I know I basically fell off the side of the Earth but I’m back. For real this time. Now seems like as good a time as any to give you the wrap-up of the rest of my trip, right?
After leaving Vermont, I traveled over to Rhode Island to see a friend that I haven’t seen since high school. They lived about an hour outside of Boston so it was a convenient ‘two-birds-one-stone’ situation. Rhode Island is an interesting little place. Because of the area I was in, you literally could hit up three states within a couple minutes time. Seriously.
As someone from Florida, this concept was still fucking new to me. I’m used to traveling six hours in one direction and still being in the state of Florida. Most of the south is like this though. If you travel six hours one way, you can still be in the state of Georgia. Or Alabama. Or Mississippi. You get the idea.
Anyway, during my very short time there, I went to an exhibit at the Institute of Contemporary Art in Boston to see Yayoi Kusama called “LOVE IS CALLING”. I liked it more than I thought I would and am very grateful that my friend clued me into it.
Then, I left for Chicago.
As a quick aside, when I started this journey of mine I wanted to find a new place that I felt like I truly vibed with. Part of it was of course visiting people that I hadn’t seen in quite a while, but the other part was to see if – as my mother always told me: “No matter where you go, there you are.”
I’d roll my eyes at the sentiment because even before I ventured out I knew there was much more to the world than where I was. I knew that somewhere OUT THERE was a place that I could see myself better than Florida.
As a girl raised in a nowhere town that thrived on media, I thought that place was New York. I HOPED that place was New York. For some people, it definitely was New York. But for me? Not so much.
I even thought that place could be Atlanta. There were things I definitely loved there as well. Mostly the blackness. I loved the blackness.
Ultimately, after spending proper time there I realized it wasn’t for me either. Not now, anyway. I will always hold Atlanta in a fond regard and I always find so much love when I go.
In fact, for the better half of this journey, I saw myself going back to Atlanta because I knew it would greet me with open arms, but somewhere on the way from New York to Vermont, I realized it wasn’t what I wanted. It was convenient but I started feeling a small pit of dread in my chest at the thought of going there. But what else was I going to do?
I left Boston for Chicago where I intended to visit my best friends and a few others that were from the same town as me. I knew a surprising number of people from Gainesville that left for Chicago. More than Atlanta and more than New York. Not only that, they were thriving.
I was happy for them, but I never had a desire to go to Chicago. I went VERY briefly several years ago and the trip was so rushed I wasn’t impressed with what I saw, but who knows? Maybe I could find something nice this time.
…And wouldn’t you know it, the place that I had zero expectations for is the place I’ve decided to stay.