A media firm whose interiors were remodeled by Gensler somewhat recently I think. Middle of the afternoon Thursday I was brought along to help/model for some interior shots of one of their studios. This is a view from the reception area. Beautiful, right? (And so was the interior of the firm as well)
This past Wednesday, as part of a group, I went to the Wright auction house–a tour organized by one of the lovely ladies at Gensler. It was fantastic.
There, the woman showing us around told us that we were allowed to–gasp–TOUCH things. Coming into this with a sort of museum mentality it was really surprising. I’m sad I didn’t take a photo, but there was a sculpture in the front that I touched (!!) and it was, as funny as it sounds, exhilarating.
I don’t complain too often about my height; standing in at a good 5′ and I’m-going-to-claim 1″, I’m short and I’m proud. I might have to climb on top of kitchen counters to get the cinnamon spice from the top shelf (who’s idea was it to put it there anyways? Dad..) and sometimes sitting at a movie theater requires a little bit of switching around when the tall guy sits right in front (when there are OH so many other seats around) but generally, being short–just like being any height–has its pros.
During rush hour on the subway, however, is not one of them. I take the blue line into downtown every morning, generally within the same half an hour window. Some mornings, it’s fine. I get to the station, wait a bit, jump on the train when it arrives, find a seat and things are peachy. Most mornings, regrettably are more like this: Get to the station, wait a bit, train comes and it’s full to the point where there are no seats available. Maybe a few people are already standing in the aisles, or several. Jump on, and proceed. Every stop, more people get on, and less to none get off. I begin to imagine this must be how sausages are made.
At my height, my view can pretty much be filled with everyone else’s shoulders and backs. Everyone except the short mexican man to my right. He’s near my level. I’m sure I’m the only one who feels the bond there. It becomes a less fun version of the Sardines game I played maybe a few times when I was younger–you know, the game that’s sort-of like hide and seek but instead of getting “out”, you just share/cram into the same hiding place until the last person realizes they should cross off “bounty hunter” from his/her possible career paths.
Eventually, I get to my stop, and have to shimmy my way to the subway doors–sometimes it’s more of a struggle than others. I know overcrowding is an issue that’s been recently addressed here in Chicago, but I’m not exactly sure how they are planning to fix it. I read a short article in the Redeye a few days ago about how the possible solution proposed wasn’t exactly the best one because of various reasons to which I won’t bother listing.. but anyways, it’s clear that public transportation is a huge-freaking-deal in cities and with my sympathy to sardines aside, I’m really glad for it. I have my car here, but I’m determined not to use it until I go home for Thanksgiving, and then I’ll probably leave it there.
I know that it could never really happen, or it would be a LONG time before it did.. and probably super expensive..but it would be awesome if Cincinnati had a subway.
How it felt saying bye to my parents:
Its more or less hit me that I’m pretty much on my own now. Okay, not really on my own, but more so than I think I have ever been. It’s a little nerve-wracking, moving to a new state. Chicago is great though; I don’t think I could’ve moved to a better city for my first time away from home (first time for this length of time, anyways). I don’t think I could stress how helpful my parents were during the move also; I felt very lucky, and I know that next time should I work somewhere even further away I’ll know what to do. Or at least have more of an idea than this time. The more I learn about my neighborhood, the more happy I am. Logan Square definitely has its charm–even with all this rain.
Grocery shopping for one is interesting. On my own, I’m not exactly sure how much I eat. Logan Square has a great farmers market really near my apartment which apparently is every Sunday, so that is exciting! I bought kale, apples, blueberries, a purple pepper, tomatoes, fresh motz, a TON of basil (for $1!), a cucumber and… arugula. I think I spelt that correctly. Oh, I’m excited for the bruschetta I’m going to make this week. Or caprese salad.
Fresh vegetables are very important to me, and it feels good to support the community in this way. I also went to the nearby supermarket to check it out and it’s definitely different than what I am used to back in Cincinnati, but not particularly in a bad way. Just different. I got more pantry staple items there, like seasonings and such. Cooking in my studio apartment will be interesting, however, since the stove already heats up my room to where I’m sweating just by being here. I forsee lots of salads.
My parents and I also went downtown together as sort of a “dry run” to find my work place. We went last night, before dinner. This also was great, since, now I know I work right next to the new Target downtown, which is AWESOME. Never an excuse to run out of something like, oh. Tampons. I actually need to get something to clean the floor of my apartment, like swiffer wet pads or something. That’ll be Tuesday if I don’t go tomorrow.
Now it’s 10 at night, and I’m not quite tired, but after I finish changing my mailing address, I’ll probably go to sleep soon after. I have a nicely empty day tomorrow (work starts on Tuesday!) so I’ll probably go downtown if it’s not raining, or just hole up in that coffee shop I went to earlier today.
I should really get a “to explore/visit” list going. I have four months here, and I really want to make it as awesome as possible! To anyone who may be reading this, where should I go?
Last night was my last in Cincinnati for a while; I’m off to Chicago for an internship at Gensler–and I am beyond excited for it.
My parents drove up here with me to help with the move in, so that is nice. I was especially glad for the company later on in the night, and for the coffee I picked up around 11. We got a little bit of a late start so we weren’t on the road until 8:30 pm ish.
We are moving into the apartment a little later this morning (!). It was a lucky find; fully furnished, walkable area and low rent. The landlord also seems sweet.
But for right now, I am lying in bed, with little cares in the world. I’ll get up soon to get ready for the day, and to call my landlord. For now, I’ll play some puzzlecraft.
My budding village!