It was just an overall wonderful experience. I had been there twice before: once for a school project, and another for a wedding. I can definitely say that I took it for granted both times.
Something about it made me feel... Relaxed and at peace... Grown up... Cultured... I can't even explain it. All I know was that I was inspired.
I took time gazing at the 18th century American art, the 21st century modern art, the Pre-Colombian, and African parts of the museum. I felt like I was somewhere else. For some reason, when I stepped in that museum, I didn't think about anything but what was in front of me. And I'm a thinker, so it takes a lot to get me out of my element like that.
The fact that I can remember the experience so vividly says a lot. It felt... Almost therapeutic... And inspiring. I like to blame all the feelings on not being in school anymore. I don't have history classes, or art classes. So my interests were just that - interests. And I loved it. I will definitely go back.
My spa day.
Okay I'm done rambling.
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