The Smithsonian • 2022

Revisiting The Smithsonian was an almost surreal experience—I went several times as a child because we lived so close. It was a popular field trip for school, day trip in the summer, a favorite date spot. But I haven’t been in over a decade.

I love a museum—sprawling or a quick walkthrough, I’m always ready to make the time to explore. It’s comforting in the way movie theaters are; when you’ve moved quite often, it’s a place that feels familiar even when it isn’t.

I forgot just how solidly blue February in Maryland can be. The chill, the wind, the blue that feels loud instead of cheerful. I missed it. I miss it. Having a bicoastal heart is weird.

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