Because he said so.

This exercise made me realize how little I’ve traveled despite living in three regions of the country. Here goes in no particular order…

5 Favorite Cities

Morgan County, Ohio - You can always go home again. My entire immediate family lives there within a one-mile radius.
Chicago - Because I walked thru 50-mph winds on the way to the aquarium, rode the Ferris Wheel at Navy Pier in early spring and blistered my feet along Michigan Ave. And I still love it.
Bowling Green, Ohio - My first home away from home. I came into my own here.
Savannah - Think "Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil."
San Francisco - Probably the most diverse city I've been to yet and it works. All on a penisula. The hills still boggle my mind.

5 Cities I Would Live In

Chicago - This is where I want to be. Period.
Savannah - In one of those old homes with a beautiful courtyard right off a square in the Historical District.
Baltimore - An East Coast city in the middle fo it all. South of New York City and Boston, north of Charleston and Savannah and west of D.C.
Greenville, SC - A nice city with a revitalized downtown area. I escaped here more than once during my time in the South.
Charlotte - A great city that's getting bigger. It feels like a young professional with lots of energy and ambition.

5 Least Favorite Cities
(Not really least favorite… just places I don’t think about one way or another.)

Zanesville, Ohio - Not much here except the Y bridge, Conn's Potato Chips and Bloomers Chocolates.
Spartanburg, SC - Not much here either except a BMW museum.
St. Louis - It's got the arch?
Columbia, SC - I've never felt humidity like I did here.
Hartsfield-Jackson International Airport, Atlanta – A city in its self and not in a good way.

Hello. Welcome to (Insert Store Name Here).

I walked into a nearby mall and sought out those “hiring” signs. Lo and behold, I ended up with an interview tomorrow at one store, a trial run next week at another and an application at a third. By next week, I could be selling clothing, jewelry or kitchen stuff. You cannot, CANNOT believe how excited I am to possibly have a job. Granted, it may not be what i was planning, but I’m ready to work and make some money. I tired of all this time on my hands; my brain is turning to mush. As long as I can earn enough to keep the credit bureau off my ass and my phone from being turned off, I’ll be ecstatic. You know what’ll happen now, right? Yeah, one of the full-time positions will call me back. Hey, whatever it takes. I'll work there and at the mall. It might be nice to keep a part-time job on the side anyway. God knows the extra money and employee discount will be worth it. Say your prayers or chants for me!