“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
“My eyes roved over the walls covered with my collages and prints of famous paintings. Magritte, Kandinsky, Kahlo. My origami shapes hung from fishing wire, dangling over my bed. They shivered in the slight breeze blowing through my open window. It was my own little escape pod, but none of it was enough tonight.” ArtDreamArtistPaintingBedDreamerBedroomArtistsEscapePaintingsEscape From RealityOrigamiEscape Pod Book:I'll Meet You There Source: I'll Meet You There