June: Hello, Seattle

Finally.

Who's that girl?

IT'S BECKY!

I want to move to Los Angeles and I want this to be my life! I want a job and roomies and new adventures!

Go somewhere...

but in the meantime, play scrabble with me :-)

I need to think, think, think of this...

...when I'm working or applying for jobs and need to keep my spirits up. 

Vantage, WA

 I want to go to Vantage, WA. I've technically been there... hiked up to the big hill with the horse sculptures on it... sat on a horse... but it's always just on our way to Idaho. I want to STAY on one of the huge plateaus there.

PLACES to LIVE

Montana is on this list.
So is Chicago. Check.
So is SEATTLE!!!!

the post in which i exploit los angeles stereotypes in order to reinforce Becky's decision to not move to LA

Gigantic, disgusting, wasteful, unnecessary, gaudy, gilded mansions. Everywhere! Neighborhoods full of them!

Gangs! Around every corner!

Drugs! Around every corner!

TERRIBLE TRAFFIC.

Everyone gets plastic surgery! EVERYONE! :'(

This is us.

I need a direction, a destination, and an adventure

Wanderlust

by Becky "Human Map" Baumann

We are on the precipice

of a panic attack searching for an escape

from the stress and anxiety that has relentlessly assaulted

our nervous systems for the last twenty-two years.

It is only 1,646 miles to Montana.

We will forsake the GPS device in favor

of the decades old atlas that has lived undisturbed

under the passenger’s seat of the station wagon I used to loathe.

And when we embark we will listen repeatedly to my Nico CD because

her voice sounds as disoriented as we feel.

And we will drive North to Wisconsin, which will look

just like the corn-covered central Illinois we are running away from,

but we will not be disappointed because we will see it

through the exhilarated eyes of explorers. And we will venture straight

West through the land of 10,000 lakes, steering clear

of the obvious shortcut through North Dakota because you understand

my fear of falling face-first into a Fargo wood-chipper.

And we will drive towards the bison and bare beauty of the black hills, but

we will ignore the overrated, underwhelming

tourist trap that is our beloved Mt. Rushmore.

And we will climb to the tops of the glacier-glossed mountains

of Montana and discover that we have not nearly reached

our destination.

It will be an adventure—and we know all about adventure

because we have read Hemingway and London and Kerouac

and we will be delighted when we realize

we are leaving confusion and nonsense behind

on the road of self-discovery, which winds its way

through the Americana we had previously tried to avoid

—and we will decidedly overlook the cliché of it all.

"Baby went to Amsterdam..."

"Amsterdam" by Peter, Bjorn, & John

"Baby went to Amsterdam, she put a little money into traveling, now it's so slow, so slow. Baby went to Amsterdam, 4-5 days by the big canal, now it's so slow, so slow. And I was heading up north to a place that I know, eating well, sleeping well. But still I was way, way out of line: Amsterdam was stuck in my mind. Oh, it's some kind of stupid rule that you can't ignore. Oh, it's some kind of natural fact, sometimes you're just left to be alone..."

I want to go on a biking tour of Amsterdam:

and visit The Secret Annex (where Anne Frank and her family hid during WWII):

...and bike through fields of windmills and tulips...

...and visit he Van Gogh Museum to see tons of originals up close.

We need to go somewhere. Anywhere.

But where will we go? And how will we get there?

S'wonderful, S'marvelous

Je veux aller là-bas

Château de la reine blanche, Coye-la-Forêt, Oise, France

When we go to Morocco, I think we should have completely different names and be completely different people

    What in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca? 

Rick's Cafe Americain

Real Rick's Cafe

Real Rick's Cafe

 I will only ride a camel again if I can do it here:

Agadir on the Atlantic

 "There are lots of reasons to go to Marrakech and studying is not one of them, sweetie"

Marrakech market 

Kasbah in Marrakech

It's a Sign! Literally.

"I'm in love with Montana. For other states I have admiration, respect, recognition, even some affection. But with Montana it is love. And it's difficult to analyze love when you're in it."
--John Steinbeck

I have a strange (only because I don't know where it comes from) desire to go to Montana. It probably doesn't all look like this. But I imagine it does, and that is good enough for me. The Chicago Transit Authority has recognized this about me and has consequently plastered "See Montana" billboards on the sides of its busses and trains. So clearly it is a sign that I must go to there. And soon.

New York City: Ladurée

There is only one Ladurée location in the U.S. and it is in NYC on Madison Avenue. I need to go there because I love macarons and it is where Blair Waldorf from Gossip Girl gets her macarons...

864 Madison Avenue  New York, NY 10021

Los Anxiety

I have never wanted to live in California. Then I started to come around to the idea of living in SanFran. I'm trying to be open minded about LA but I can't picture myself there. At all. Ever. As Alvie Singer (Woody Allen, Annie Hall) once said “I don’t want to move to a city where the only cultural advantage is being able to make a right turn on a red light”. Great role model, right? And you can also turn on a red light in Chicago. So I guess this would be more appropriate if I was debating leaving New York.


This is what I think of when I think about LA:

A culture utterly obsessed with celebrity and media attention and plastic surgery.

And gangs and drugs (because obviously I would live n the hood)

I'm sure normal people live in LA too. I wish I could think of things like this instead:

Sitting in a park while Joseph Gordon Levitt talks to me about architecture and how much he loves me. Sigh. 

New York City: The Dakota

We must see The Dakota! The Dakota is located on the northwest corner of 72nd Street and Central Park West in the Upper West Side of Manhattan in New York City, at 1 West 72nd Street, New York, NY 10023.

The entrance where John Lennon was shot.

John & Yoko