It’s always an eventful night when you go out to buy a six-pack and end up watching the Nets game at an underground gambling den.
In the last week, I’ve been approached by 3 people to commission portraits.
Based on them seeing my architectural documentary work.
You are not a building. Go home.
"I’m buying a Subaru."
You’re finally getting a car. What’s the special occasion?
"I’m quitting my job. Ian, I’m miserable. I’m not accomplishing anything. I gave up my dream job to move out here and thought I’d just get by working at a hotel."
I did the same thing when I moved here.
"What’d you do?"
One day, I decided to quit. And the rest sort of fell into place. I thought I’d take a train across the country, but then school happened. Maybe this summer.
"I think I’m going to go on a road trip. Finally see Yellowstone. I’ve always wanted to see Colorado. Maybe go back to Minnesota for a bit. You know what Ian, let’s do it."
"Yeah. Just drive."
I guess we’re driving to minnesota this summer.
I got the “big envelope,” or at least the email equivalent of it.
I’m officially starting in the masters program at UW in October after a year as a non-matriculated student.
Or, as my friends (who just treated me to wine here in San Francisco) say, I will be an architecture master.