baltimore pt.2

I once read something¹ about how lovely it was to visit a friend in their local environment. Getting to travel with someone was great, but seeing a little slice of their life was, in many ways, more fun. As I tried to learn as much as I can so that I could keep up, my friends demonstrated their contrasting fluency at every turn, which felt more conducive to seeing a place. Even if the place was as unremarkable as a dining hall that apparently I shouldn’t have been able to enter, or a library that is spoken of like a nightclub, or a couch-lounge area that somehow doubles as a study and a bedroom (unfortunately, sometimes simultaneously).