Small City Woman

I have a lot of home visits today, so the day should go by pretty quickly. Although it's raining, so I hope that won't make the day too sleepy or draggy, or make parking too crappy. After work, we're headed up to Fenway to see a free screening of Nine Innings From Ground Zero which is about the 2001 World Series. I have no expectations either way, so it should just be a good time.

I have no problem /getting/ to AMC Fenway but I always seem to get lost on the way home. In the dark, the Fens are a mystery to me. Every college building looks the same. The road winds. I end up on some ridiculous street nowhere near where I want to be. Must remedy.

This morning I have songs in my head from the Columbus Women's Chorus. I think of Daina and Brandie. I think of silly scarves and hippie women. I miss my girl friends, my coffee shop, my Short North hangouts.

I used to be a Big City Kid, but I think as I get older I'm more of a Small City Woman. I want some of the conveniences and glam of the City but without the isolation and expense. I want the closeness of brick streets and quaint coffee shops in an area I can afford such luxuries. Don't worry, though: I still loathe the suburbs.

Nine Innings From Ground Zero

I really enjoyed Nine Innings From Ground Zero. I thought it was a pretty cute documentary that brought a lighter perspective to some pretty heavy events. If you get a chance to see it, I recommend it. And it's short - only about an hour long. So GO.

( Thoughts on the film. )

It's hard to see footage of the towers, though - pierced by planes, billowing with smoke, crumbling down. It's a challenge to face the shattered skeletons of steel surrounded by ash and paper and flesh. I haven't really thought about how the changed skyline shattered me... not since it happened, since I flew back to Columbus and stopped being faced with the reality of it all. Since I haven't lost a loved one since my great-grandmother when I was very small I don't have a lot of comparison, but I imagine that's what losing a family member is like - the need to forget, and the nasty sucker punch in the gut when the truth pops back in for a moment.

The City is still in my heart of hearts, and it bled a little bit again tonight.