the story of a fish learning how to walk on land

Almost two month ago, I made the 2,220 mile journey across the country from Southern California to the Queen City: Cincinnati.

Firstly-- I would be lying if I said I wasn't homesick for the first couple of weeks. Extremely homesick. I've always prided myself on my ability to adapt to new environments, but I completely overestimated myself.

However, it's not the city but the people that matter. San Francisco was my ideal city to live in post-graduation. I love love love San Francisco, but would I have really loved the Ferry building if I never went with my college roommate/best friend? How about the the financial district without my weekly BART trips with a friend to learn web coding with me? What about Union Square, if I didn't go with the 9 girls that kept me solid all through senior year? What about the nights out in Castro if I wasn't with the team I practiced with 9+ hours a week?

Things are definitely getting prettier here; the grass seems greener, the sun is brighter, etc.

Slowly but surely, I'm growing roots into a city that's simultaneously securing a piece of my heart.