(Sometimes it’s tough to feel at home in your own city. Which is why I’ve given myself a challenge: each day, for forty days, I’m going to find *one* thing I love about this place. And then I’m going to tell you about it. If you want to follow my journey, start here. Today is Day One.)
Yesterday, I did something I should have done a long time ago: I took an art class. For the first time since elementary school. Yes, really.
I showed up at a local studio, Salem Art Center . I sat down for two hours and painted, even though I didn’t really know what I was doing. Even though I’m not a “real” artist.
I met people.
I got paint all over my hands.
I laughed at my mistakes.
I made something that might be, in its own small way, beautiful. Eventually.
And then I came home, feeling just a little bit more alive than I have in months. If I had to pick a perfect place to begin my stubborn little journey toward loving my city, this would be it.
Here’s to messy, faltering new beginnings. I wouldn’t have it any other way.