I’m listening to a playlist Susanna made for me on my birthday last year when I was in China, with the songs that I listened to throughout my first semester in Beijing. At the time, my ideas of architecture in China were being questioned and poked full of holes by my professors at Tsinghua. Now I’m listening to the songs again, working on a much humbler and smaller-scale piece of work on the same topic for my university. From my relationship to my research this year has been a slow and painful time of growth. Things haven’t necessarily changed radically in the past year. They’ve just grown more fully, more holistically. Every idea and feeling is more tempered, more solid, not flaring out larger than I can support it. Love and interests still burn very brightly, but less unstably. I feel like I’ve grown up a lot in a lot of ways. Time, a new place, learning, loosing my grip on pride, and a very very loving partner are to thank.
This became more involved than I meant it to.