There’s no one story to really accompany these photos. I feel like I’ve been spending a lot of time in my little city lately, trying to appreciate it, willing myself to believe that we’ll leave it soon. It’s strange to call it mine, because it’s not. You know? It’s not where I was born or where I wish to stay, and yet, what city is more mine than Providence? What city has seen me cry more? Which city streets have I walked more, driven more, tried to run through, more than this one? Which city’s food have I eaten more than this city’s food? I guess I’ll call it mine for now.
(not good at latte art yet but sufficient in drawing with foam)
I had friends down last Thursday, spent Saturday and Sunday in the apartment, and worked from home this past Tuesday and Wednesday. I did all my favorite things: spent hours in my kitchen, brunched at Julian’s, shopped on Thayer, coffee’d in Wayland Square, stocked up at the Winter Farmer’s Market, and took a stroll on a very icy Benefit Street. WE’RE GOING TO MISS THIS JAMES, and even though I’m trying to be funny, I wonder if the joke’s on me.
(found a new restaurant in Providence – Kitchen Bar))
(shoes I didn’t buy)
(James and I watched a Mead brewing/bottling Portlandia-esque demo at the farmer’s market)
p.s. 17 days sans sugar – going strong.
p.p.s Sorry that my comments section doesn’t show you capitalized letters. I love getting all your CAPS LOCK comments though