Mirror Mirror.

I set foot in this place a little over a year ago. I was wearing my rust colored shirt from my favorite art gallery, my brown BCBG sweater that I got for free, dark washed skinny jeans, and my boots. I don't know if you could call that "artsy" but it was what my parents wanted. I was planning on wearing my Keds. The most love pair of shoes I have ever seen. It's funny to see how many holes they've gotten since then. But I'm getting off track. I didn't know where to go or what to expect. But I walked into the Johnson Institute and my heart leapt out of my body. Hard wood floors, soft yellow walls, high ceilings, and exposed brick. The walls were lined with art work. Some of the most beautiful things I have ever seen. Music filled the hallways, Shakespeare hid behind each door, and I could hear the dancing feet above me. It was pure magic and i was exactly where I wanted to be. 

Now, a year later, I find myself wondering where the magic went. The walls seem to be turning grey. And the artwork looks cluttered. The music behind me sounds strained, and every theatre major's line has an underlying tone of a forced nature. 

Now don't get me wrong, I love this place. But sometimes I long for that first moment I had here.