It's a bittersweet week for me as I am spending my last days as a resident of the great Queen City. I accepted a job in Cheyenne, Wyo. and will be moving there next week.
I was in Cheyenne last week and I love it - the Old West feel, the beautiful weather, the mountains on the western horizon and the very friendly people who went out of their way to welcome me. It's a small town for a state capitol, but it's only about 80 miles from Denver when I need my big city fix. And since I love to hike, ski and camp, I can't imagine a more perfect location.
I will miss Cincinnati very much. I was born here and grew up about 45 minutes away in Centerville. I have lived in Cincinnati for the past 5 years since graduating from college, bouncing from Pleasant Ridge to Mount Washington to Montgomery. I'll miss all the festivals (Oktoberfest and Taste of Cincinnati particularly. I'll miss the quirky neighborhoods. I'll miss sitting on the deck at Mount Adams Pavilion at night and gazing out at one of America's most beautiful skylines. I'll miss the LaRosa's and Graeters and Montgomery Inn (not really into Skyline and Gold Star.) I'll miss being able to go to virtually any Reds game on a moment's notice. I'll miss going to UD Flyers games (I'm a season ticket holder) and now that the Bengals are finally worth watching, I'm going to miss being a part of the excitement in the city this fall but I will quickly find a sports bar to call home on Sunday afternoons.
So, for now, goodbye Cincinnati. Hello Wyoming.