I wrote a similar thing way way back when I was a sophomore in college at the university of Toledo about my living situation being amazing while looking at the design of my ceiling. That was an ignorant observation to a world that had passed our neighborhood by decades earlier.

2020

Now it’s been ten years since I graduated from Toledo, and while I would give the University all the accolades a state school could ask for, the city is still a wasteland. I took my first trip back a few days ago with my best friend and future online Rocket Zach, and while being on campus again was nostalgic, I didn’t exactly want to show him where I lived.

Also 2020

The only thing I would change about Columbus is the climate. Some say that the harsh winters make the people who they are, they’re idiots of course, snow doesn’t build character. If you walk down Broad St. downtown you feel like you could be in any major city.

If you go out to Dublin, you can feel like the finest snob in the universe, attend The Memorial Tournament and witness one of the greatest golf courses in the world. The point I’m trying to make here is, I’m proud of my degree from Toledo, but I would’t live there for twice what I make.

So much of life is in the gray, you work, you breathe, you die. I’m only 32 now, and if you asked me 10 years ago when I was staring at that wonderful ancient ceiling in Toledo where I would be, I would have told you Amsterdam or London or Los Angeles. When I stare at the ceiling now, I see Columbus.