Charm City

When we lived two miles from DC and found ourselves driving up to Baltimore once or twice a month, I had a sense that Baltimore might be the place I would finally call home. Part of what made that such an appealing prospect was the weird little arts scene that revealed itself. After talking to people at the playwriting workshop over the past few weeks, I’ve been delighted to find that the arts are as accessible as I could have hoped. Last night one of the workshop participants mentioned that she was offered a job in the bay area, but is reluctant to take it because the arts community feels so closed, and besides, she’s “kind of in love with Baltimore right now.” Workshop leader Chris concurred, offering that she lived in southern California for a couple of years, hated it, and was happy to come back to Baltimore. It is such a pleasant change to live in a city people love, and in which the arts exist for the sake of art.