As we rounded the final corner of the exhibit, Danielle told me that she would have to leave immediately and could not stay to talk because my lateness had put her behind schedule. As I thanked her and said goodbye, I felt horrible for being so late, but seeing as I could not change the past, I continued to look over the exhibit without her. I realized I had never been to a museum by myself, never been able to look through an exhibit at my own pace, or simply slip into the creative mind that the silent viewing of art allows. I was old enough to not have museum staff cringing at my every childish move and as I walked upstairs and out into the entrance courtyard, I truly felt like an adult. I was alone, but completely comfortable. Although I was only in San Francisco, I felt I could be in any country in the world, exploring its beauty on my own and discovering who I truly was. When I got into my car I didn’t want to go home. I thought seriously about driving around the city and looking for a nice café to eat at and maybe even finding another beautiful place to take pictures. And yet I knew I had homework that needed to be done and a mother that would be waiting for my arrival. I know there is a vast and great world that I will someday be able to explore, but I also know that it is necessary that I finish my education and live the life that is expected of me. I realize that I may not get to do everything I wish to do in life, but I hope there is a middle road that will satisfy my adventurous nature but not lead me too far from the path of expectancy.
Some pictures I took of the inspiring scenery