Maybe This Is More Than A Trip

Quinn, Brett, and I went to the palace of the fine arts and saw the bridge today! Very touristy. It was really cool though. When I was getting ready to go I was feeling very nervous. Lets be real here, I was scared. I got pretty sick the week before from my new job and I was almost hoping I would be too sick to go. I am still sick (runny nose mostly. Also I’ve been sleeping a lot, but that’s probably related to doing a lot of stuff every day. All the excitement!). But I took two covid tests and they were both negative so here we go!

And I’m glad I went. I think this trip is a really big step in my journey to independence.  I know that sounds cringe, but I’ve never been this far away from my family before, so this is big for me. Something I’m doing for me. And of course, it’s also for campus (I mean as I’m writing this I’m conscious about this being read by an audience, if you’re reading this, hello!).

I’ve always said that if I ever did drag, my name would be Miss Communication. In high school
I had a girlfriend who told me I was bad at communication, so I claimed it as a kind of warning sign to everyone. But really, I think that’s all we’re trying to do all the time. Communicate to each other, “this is me, this I my perception of the world” and when we turn that into art we ask “won’t you come and share it with me?”

I think that’s what I’m getting out of this. Learning how to share myself. Or at least starting to think about it. I know it’ll be a journey but this art I’ve been able to witness (and yes I do think of films as art, even the really bad ones [maybe especially the really bad ones]) has shown me the lengths to which people bare their souls, so I guess I should at least give it a shot. And see how it goes.