Falling for a city is an interesting thing. Before Cincinnati, I only ever called Cleveland home. I had an interesting relationship with her as she gradually grew on me. I suppose as I matured and was capable of love for my city it came sure enough. Though, I remember just how much I hated going downtown for the longest time. It was an absolutely miserable experience that thoroughly confused me and drove me to the brink of insanity.

When you aren’t familiar with the city, every street is a one way street just baiting you to turn down the wrong way. Every person on every corner is a pan-handler laughing at you when you do inevitably and errantly turn down this one way street and then waiting for that opportune moment to hit you up for “bus money”- not to mention they all have guns and are willing to shoot if you give them the wrong look. Continue reading →