BlogDH is sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but it looks like Wickenden Street’s staple Ethiopian restaurant is calling it a day. How do we know? Partly because we feel its absence in our hearts, and partly because a) there is a sign that says “We are closed”, b) their phone is disconnected, and c) there is “property for lease” sign outside of the establishment. Every time someone on staff has dropped by during normal open-for-business hours, the lights have been out.
Abyssinia was a love or hate kind of joint– The type of place where you’d either be ecstatic at the prospect of becoming a regular, or dodge in fear of having to request a fork. (The standard utensils were rolls of injera, or Ethiopian sourdough flatbread).
Then + Now
Anyone who knows me knows that I love Instagram; in fact, I basically wrote my senior honors thesis on the topic. I’m incredibly nit-picky about how each photo is composed, filtered, captioned, and what it looks like with the rest of the photos in my account. The beauty of Instagram, and other social media platforms, is that we can edit our own experiences and curate a narrative for our friends and followers.
The camera roll in my iPhone tells another story – more specifically, the story of my college career, from start to finish. These images have documented the various events, friendships, ups, and downs of my life over the past four years. I can usually remember exactly how I was feeling during the moments in which each picture was captured; sometimes, I can even recall specific conversations that took place that day. My photos allow me to evoke highlights and victories, but also low-points and mistakes.
In the last episode of season four of Girls, Hannah Horvath tells an infant: “I can’t guarantee perfection, but I can guarantee intrigue.” (It’s only appropriate that I include a Girls quote, since my first-ever BlogDH post was the inaugural installment of “Lessons in the Girls Lexicon.”)
My college career hasn’t been perfect; I’m not sure that anyone’s is. I was EMS’d during orientation, I’ve had turbulent relationships – both with my friends and boys – and I made the mistake of taking ENGN1010 during second semester of Senior year.