As maybe a couple of you know, this lil' blog began its days in Providence, Rhode Island. At the beginning of my baking adventure, I wanted a space to share photos of my daily happenings for friends and family in North Carolina, while I toiled away in my first home without a single friend or even acquaintance nearby, or any familiarity at all.
The first month was a challenge, I tried and failed at finding a job, I wasn't really enjoying the school I transferred into, and I felt some severely crippling loneliness. There were at least a couple defeated trips up to my grandmothers up in Vermont, just to escape from my daily act of trying-so-hard and breathe into some familiarity.
But then things began to progress in the most magical way. I was lamenting on the phone with my friend, walking around the neighborhood, when I stumbled upon The liveliest group of brass bands playing, dancing, in the park (This event is called Pronk and it's the coolest! I sat down next to my first friend, and then it goes. We followed the bands down historic Wickenden Street and to the bridge. I was walking with my new friend and I felt it, something clicked and things were going to come together.
And they did, her friends to new friends, potlucks, events, trips to the ocean, movies in tiny cinemas, breakfasts on the water, always a great lecture nearby. Still to this day, most of the friends I made in Providence are the ones I cherish most.
So, last week I spent a day a way from the city in my old Providence home. I remembered the old quiet, the charming New England homes -- so large now after being in the city, basked in morning light and having a whole silent place to yourself. We ate breakfast in an old diner favorite, went to an exhibition and paid a visit to the nature lab.
And I still think Providence is one of the most underrated small cities.