I spent the weekend visiting one of my besties in Columbus. Part of the visit included a trip to the Ohio State Fair.
It’s been years since I was in a fair or amusement park environment. I forgot how overwhelming the sights and sounds could be. Not to mention, I was at the fair with two mothers and their toddlers. Which… is a lot for a person used to walking through the world solo and unencumbered.
In a true Brianna from Grace & Frankie moment, I took a break from the group to hunt down an adult beverage. Alone, the fair was less slow and noisy, more full of wonder. Once I located the Beer Garden and quietly sipped a Belgian White, all was well.
I’m not a nature person. Not a “fitness” person, either. But I spent all day Saturday and early Sunday battling body aches. The kind of body aches born of inactivity. I didn’t want to workout for a few minutes and crawl back into bed (a downside to living with my mother: if I’m home, I’m in my bedroom, which means I’m almost always in bed). I needed to be up and about for a couple hours. I needed to walk.
The only nearby site conducive to my need to move around and not spend money was the walking trails at the Metropark. I threw on workout gear, grabbed my phone and earbuds, and headed to the great outdoors.
To prevent getting lost, I picked a single trail and didn’t deviate. Occasionally, I’d pass a male jogger and think “This dude could murder me in these woods. No one would know.” Thankfully, I went un-murdered.
I don’t know how long or far I walked; just kept going until I needed to use the restroom; which was basically an outhouse with a toilet-like contraption over a hole in the ground.
By the time I was finished the walk, my body felt looser and I’d worked up a nice little sweat. Dare I say, I enjoyed it.*
My weekend kicked off Friday afternoon with a preview of the Yayoi Kusama: Infinity Mirrors exhibit at the Cleveland Museum of Art. I’m typically not a fan of avant garde art, but the space yielded great Instagram photos was fascinating. Her repeated attempts at creating infinity were simultaneously captivating and haunting. Also, I wore a polka dot dress not knowing Kusama frequently used dots in her work. Continue reading
This weekend’s outing: a walk through the Waterloo Arts District. One of those hipster artsy areas in the middle of an urban neighborhood: specifically the Collinwood area. Where I attended high school. Having grown up ripping and running these streets, it’s odd to see them as “hip,” but the neighborhood has long been on my exploration bucket list.
I wasn’t in the mood to do a lot of socializing, but I did walk up and down the streets taking photos like a weirdo. The area is heavy on murals, which is perfect for wandering around outside.
Before I fell in love with New Orleans, Chicago was my favorite city in the world. Having interned there in the summer of 2005, it holds a special place in my heart as the only place outside Ohio I’ve ever called “home.” I’ve made a few quick jaunts to the city since 2005, but never during the summer. And listen. Chicago is magical in the summer. Overdue for some Summertime Chi, I visited my friend and Chicago native Ashleigh while she worked a two-day astrology conference; giving me two days of solo wandering around downtown Chicago.