2/8/17 Journal + Art

I’ve always been the person to flip-flop on things that are considered my favorites. This includes but is not limited to things like colors, room decor styles, drinks, and seasons. I feel like with global warming having such an impact on weather even today, it makes me want spring to come faster so I can wear shorts again, or not have to go out in a winter coat just to walk around the corner to get to work. But then again, we’re getting a snow storm in the morning. And I feel like every time I wake up to snow my day improves. There’s always the kids walking around with sleds that aren’t even logical to have one, but they don’t care because there’s snow on the ground for the first time in over a month. If I’m laying in bed and it’s snowing I can hear the snow hitting the windows and it makes me feel even warmer since I’m able to stay inside during the storm. But the thing I think I miss the most about spring as a season is the atmosphere outside. It might not be a feeling of wonder and awe, but instead a happier, lighter feeling. It’s nearly summer which means no more school and more free time. The flower shops on the streets all have their doors opened and flowers lined outside that make it feel as though the concrete buildings and soft greenery don’t clash against another. And while I really am not the person to be taking care of a plant, not even a cactus, I always appreciate seeing them. I think that by doing this I might in a way be keeping a mental notebook, as Didion had for “On Keeping a Notebook.” I also keep a verbal notebook in the same idea as Didion did, when I repeat others’ conversations I overhear walking or on the subway. It’s almost a game my boyfriend and I play, to catch the other off guard and make them feel silly for a moment, but also to see if the other caught onto the conversation also and would repeat back the reply. Didion would never find the person’s name, or connect it to anything going on in her life at the time, but instead put vague details such as “Dirty crepe-de-Chine wrapper, hotel bar, Wilmington RR, 9:45 a.m. August Monday Morning” (par. 1). This is like me knowing that it was something said on the train, in November, but not much else was important besides being there with Gavin.

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