This summer, I worked as an Exhibitions Intern at the Chicago Architecture Foundation (CAF). I had never been to Chicago before, so I spent my time in equal parts working on CAF projects, and trying to figure out what makes this metropolis of the Midwest tick.
During the little free time Dad and I managed to carve out while apartment hunting, we decided to get out of Providence and see a bit more of Rhode Island.
When I move, I can’t wait to continue exploring the rest of Providence. As someone who grew up in a midsize city, I find the place totally fascinating. About 40,000 fewer people live in Providence proper than in Kitchener, Ontario (my hometown), but Providence is also about 3 times denser.
Last week, my dad and I travelled back to Providence, RI to find me housing for the Fall. Emma and I both had our hearts set on finding a place in Federal Hill, Providence’s “Little Italy,” and we were lucky enough to find a perfect place nearby.
We went North.
At the beginning of November, Emma (my girlfriend) and I went on a grand tour of New England and New York so I could visit campuses and talk to folks about grad school, and so Emma could speak to people about working in the publishing industry.
“Some kind of happiness is measured out in miles.” Went North: Burk’s Falls/Armour, North Bay, Talon Lake, Sudbury, Sturgeon Falls, Spanish, the French River, dead windmill, meth lab, Crown land, Deliverance-like situations, child-scarring underwear swimming, dogs that pay no heed, Dead Horton’s and whiskey.