Does anyone really like obnoxiously hot, humid Central Florida summer weather? Yes. Me.
Ryan and I finally chose our “eventually” city. But it’s not L.A. And it’s not New York anymore, either. What if I told you it’s Orlando, Florida?
Does the place you’re from really define who you are? Or are the places you’ve been along the way more important?
So we’ve set a potential date for heading for Los Angeles–and it’s sooner than we both anticipated.
It’s official. Ryan and I have decided to trade the Second City for the second city. Hooray for Hollywood: we’ll be moving to Los Angeles.
A day with a high of 10 below seems like a good time to explain why I may move to Los Angeles. A warmer climate is not the biggest reason.
Why Los Angeles doesn’t have adequate bus stop shelters. And why it should.
In 2008, I wondered if up-and-coming Cincinnati’s self-destructive strain of casual racism would ever be defeated. This month, that’s exactly what happened.
The Wisconsin State Fair in Milwaukee is always 11 days over the first two weeks of August. My birthday is always in the first week of August. Truly, it is a match made in heaven.
The part I’ve feared would never happen about a.) becoming Jewish, and b.) going to rabbinic school is coming to pass. I’m starting to understand spoken Hebrew.