Return to Cincinnati
In the past year, I have lived in Cincinnati, Cleveland, Rome, and New York City. In the nine months since I left campus, I have learned a good deal, and amassed some incredible experiences. Those three fantastic cities have changed my concept of Home, Pizza, and Personal Space. I have left the Midwest and seen what the rest of the world has to offer.
First, the unexpected return to my hometown, which gave me the opportunity to see Cleveland as the hidden jewel on the lake that it truly is. Then, the unbelievable journey across the Atlantic to the Eternal City of Rome, the capitol of a nation that has stolen my heart and will forever occupy my mind. Finally, losing myself to the Steel Jungle of New York City, which leaves one reeling from the size, the culture, the cost of living, and the unmistakably unique aura of the City That Never Sleeps.
And still, it feels right to return to UC. To reassume my duties as a student. To see the campus transformed by the flurry of construction. To become reacquainted with old friends, some of whom I hadn’t seen in over a year. To return to a place with a familiar rhythm.
