It’s probably not difficult to determine I do most of my “writing” with my phone. Short incomplete sentences, tiny paragraphs…verbal spew. I’m wondering how I had the patience to do that or how I can get it back. I’ve got plenty to say but my hands are too inefficient. I’ll save all of that for later (ye hath been warned).
I’m still in Cleveland, as our schedule got some things tacked on that couldn’t be squeezed in yesterday. I have a love-hate relationship with this city. Love: House of Blues, Playhouse Square (where I saw BB King!!!), Lakeside outings with friends, and the thrill of being in the “big city” after residing in a corn field for most of my life. I sponsored my very first panhandler here. Cleveland is cool.
It’s also dirty, smelly, unsafe, and downright depressing. This could also relate to Ohio as a (w)hole. There are very few sunny days here when you need them most. Fall, winter and most of spring, the sun is veiled by a thick layer of grey. Winter in Alaska had more sun and there were only 5 hours of daylight in Anchorage.
Bleak. I’m in a foul mood and I miss my home, but nostalgia ain’t so bad.