As of this weekend I'll have been in the city for a year now. This sketch was drawn quite shortly after moving in last April (maybe even the day of). The evening beforehand I was up quite late bringing boxes to the family van, stars overhead and owls kerfuffling and all dark and quiet - the next one, sitting in a pale green room with people calling on sidewalks and the subway shaking and rumbling below. I've been identified as 'not from around here' based on a habit of smiling on transit, and - has much changed? I've met a bunch of really wonderful, wonderful individuals - I'm beginning to wonder if one might be perpetually new to the city.
