Hot Dogs

I just consumed a delicious hot dog (which, by the way are pretty much the perfect food) that I bought from a street vendor outside of the Met. I also decided on a major. Sweet.

And the winner is...Art History!
I always forget how much I love art until I'm surrounded by it. I always go to a museum and say, "Wow, I can't get enough of this." And then I carry on with my life. But today was different. I went to the Met with the sole purpose of seeing one painting (Bastien-Lepage's Joan of Arc). I have a lot of work to do so I was just planning on seeing the painting and leaving. But of course, I couldn't. And as I wandered around the 19th century paintings (my favorite period anyway), I just understood how important art is. It not only tells our story (or anyone's), but it lets us glimpse at the emotions of an era, the subtle ideas that a brush stroke can illuminate. There's no such thing as "just a painting". Every inch of the canvas offers insight to out history, our culture, and our own hearts. And I want to know as much about it as possible.

Now don't think that this means my life path is mapped out. I have no idea what I want to do with my life - I just know what it is that I want to know.