The city was quiet today. Not that I'm complaining. Maybe it was the cold, persistent rain. Maybe it was the fact that it was a Sunday. The crowds just seemed smaller.
I'm kind of in love with it here. It's small enough that you don't feel overwhelmed by its metropolitan nature. But, it's large enough that you can lose yourself in it. It is the perfect blend of historical and modern. And, enough goes on here that you don't feel disassociated from the world.
I went to the American Art Museum today. Was it frustratingly large, yes, but I was impressed with their collection. I found a new appreciation for the work of Thomas Hart Benton and John Singer Sargent. I fell in love with the work of James Castle. And, "The Singing and the Silence: Birds in Contemporary Art" was well worth traveling to DC to see. The works of Fred Tomaselli and Laurel Roth Hope were astounding.
I have to leave tomorrow and I wish that I didn't have to. I don't want to go home to reality, but I suppose I can't stay here either. I do have to work on Tuesday after all. But, I have applied for several jobs up here: one at National Geographic, two at the National Gallery of Art, and one at the American Art Museum, so here's to crossing my fingers that one of them decides to take a chance on me.