so today is the 2nd to last day of my adventures in Cincinnati. By this time tomorrow I will be packing up a Uhaul truck (ok actually it's a Penske) and officially head back to the real C-town. No time to reflect this morning though as I get to co-host a twitter morning show, head to Bed, Bath and Beyond for replacement kitchen things, obtain one last loan check from Xavier (oh the joy of fake money), and pack up the contents of my life into nice brown boxes. All before noon. Go me.
After the noon o clock hour I'll begin patiently waiting for my brother and pops who graciously have said they'd come down and help me move out. Perhaps a run will occur in there somewhere but once they arrive it will almost certainly be dinner and the casino. (we are a gambling family)
During my time in the 'Natti I've met some amazing people, some that weren't so amazing, and had a great deal of memorable moments through out. I'll go into greater detail later but I think what's interesting is how life can never cease to surprise me. I spent roughly 10 months down here and I never thought I'd feel anything when I was leaving. (Lesson here is never expect apathy) Rather, this whole moving out thing happened so abruptly that nostalgia was thrust into my life without me even realizing it. All the things that had become familiar over the last year will fade into my new life (hopefully one where I'm working very soon). Three major life adjustments in three years is difficult to do. This must be what those people feel like who change their college majors 7 times during their eventual 6-ish year stay.
I know where I've been, I know where I am, but I have no idea where I'm going... and that's all part of the fun.
more to come.
best man out.
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