“I thought of the cool, fresh air of the city I'd always dreamed of living in. The art museums and trolleys and the mysterious fog that blanketed it. I could almost smell the cappuccinos I'd planned to drink in bohemian cafes or hear the indie music in the bookstores I would spend my free time in. I pictured the friends I'd make, my kindred art people, and the dorm room I was supposed to move into.” ArtDreamArtistCitiesMusicLonelinessCollegeFriendsLonelyCoffeeAloneCaliforniaMuseumsDreamerFriendFogArtistsSan FranciscoEscapeCityBookstoresAlonenessBohemianMuseumBookstoreTrolleysIndie MusicDreamedTrolleyArt MuseumArt MuseumsDorm Book:I'll Meet You There Source: I'll Meet You There
“I've never been somewhere I belonged, but there are places where I think I could be happy. Like San Francisco. Well, do art museums count? Because I feel like I belong in them.” ArtDreamArtistCaliforniaBelongingMuseumsDreamerArtistsSan FranciscoEscapeSomewhere ElseBelongMuseumSomewhereArt MuseumArt Museums Book:I'll Meet You There Source: I'll Meet You There