Only AloneI love museums. I have since I was a kid, although my family is not a museum kind of family.
Last summer, a coworker and I decided to go to the museum district together and spend all day there.
I wanted to friggin kill her. I love her to death, she is funny and honest and witty. We do not make good museum buddies though.
I like to stroll. Stop. Contemplate. Think. Go back and look again. Take my time.
She - dear god - she looks at everything once, for a a few seconds, and moves on to the next one.
I nearly lost my mind. I had to skip so many beautiful things because she couldn't stop long enough to let me have a few minutes here or a few minutes there.
She appreciates the beauty, and I believe she was truly interested in all of it, but she doesn't take the time to absorb it, synthesize it, own it.
I need to go back, alone, and really enjoy myself again.