The date slipped right past me! January 8th marked four full years of living in Cincinnati (or at least it’s suburbs). 2008. 2009. 2010. 2011. I can’t believe it’s been four years!
When I tell people I moved here solely for a job, they look at me like I’m crazy–probably because a lot of Cincinnatians like to stay near family. And, that’s alright if I was adventurous to arrive in this fair town with just the belongings that would fit into my car and that generations of families stay rooted in this Midwestern soil. I have enjoyed living here and will continue to…until of course, the 17-year cicadas make their appearance. Come that summer, you’ll find me driving my car as fast as I can on the Alaska Highway seeking refuge in my homeland!