how can a font mean so much to one person?
i suppose it works the same way songs do, or smells. i, for one, have an incredible sense of smell. once it hits my nose, i can tell you how old i was, where i was, what i was doing at that moment, and what it means to me.
the ability for one seemingly insignificant thing to mean the whole world to someone is really something to behold. and for me, other than my sense of smell, it's a font — georgia.
all throughout high school, georgia was my go-to font for everything. it was what i used for essays, for homework, for college applications, and even for my graduation speech. it seeped through my first years of college because i found comfort in it, in knowing that i had an old friend to lean on. how silly that sounds is not lost on me.
but as a graphic designer's journey goes, i found new fonts. "nicer" fonts. fonts that seemed to have more personality and more spunk. fonts that i wanted to embody, so that someone would know what font i would be just by looking at me. again. it's silly. i know.
though at the end of the day, i realized that i kept coming back to georgia. old habits die hard i guess. i realized that the reason why i kept coming back was georgia was there when i started trying to figure out who i really wanted to be in life. what i wanted to do, where i wanted to go. georgia was my first encounter with dependable fonts, because — and i will die on this hill — you can never go wrong with a serif.
now this whole blurb may seem silly to you, because why on earth would i be so emotional over a font, for crying out loud? well. that's because i forgot how good of a friend georgia has been to me. she may not show up as much as she used to, but a part of me owes it to her for developing my personality, my style.
georgia, among other things, made me the person i am today.
and i'm grateful for her.