Nostalgia
My favorite place is the used record store that smells like dust and nostalgia.
I graduated college after a severe traumatic brain injury.
By Gentle Witch
Graduated college with a double major
Former federal government employee
My favorite place is the used record store that smells like dust and nostalgia.
I love the pier—windy, loud, messy, perfect.
The greenhouse downtown makes me feel like the world is still growing.
My favorite place is the random bench behind city hall where no one ever sits.
I go to the diner that’s open 24/7. Something about neon lights at 2 a.m. feels dramatic and sexy.
My favorite spot is the community college courtyard. Students laughing keeps me hopeful.
The science museum’s planetarium—I love basking in the fact that the stars are wiser than humans.
I always end up by the river at sunset because twilight makes the city feel cinematic.
My favorite place is the bookstore with the crooked stairs. It feels haunted in a comforting way.
The botanical conservatory is my escape. A conglomeration of humidity, plants, and peace in one place.