Saturday I and Heather went to my professor's exhibition. It was only a few blocks from the MARTA station, but it didn't feel a very safe place to walk as it was getting dark. When we were leaving and telling Özge we were taking the train, she told us she would drive us instead if we waited a bit longer. So that was really nice of her. I don't know, everyone always tells you to be carefull here, about every neighborhood, but it's hard to think like that coming from a Swedish small town. Or even from outside of town, where I easily walk through the forest alone in the middle of the night. So walking arm in arm with Heather the other night I was almost trying to make myself feel scared, because I'm supposed to. I would probably feel a little uncomfortable without an effort, but I can't really see anything happening to me, so it's hard getting used to this always being careful. I don't like that. I wanna be able to walk where I want, when I want.

Both of us got really inspired by the exhibition, so afterwards sitting at Starbucks we took paper and pen and sat there sketching. I should do that more, it's the only way to get better. Even if not drawing, I should write things down more often. I have my notebook with me most of the time to put thoughts and observations down, but I never use it. I should, even if I never use it for anything it's such good memories of those small moments I would otherwise never think of again.

A result of creativity: