6 months in Cincinnati

I wrote this one week ago today. It haunted me from the moment I couldn’t find away to wrap up or end the post correctly. I knew it couldn’t end. I knew I couldn’t play with fire (someone from out of town). I made it right this week, even if it was the wrong way. Yesterday I took those pictures of flying pigs like I had wanted to last week, I barhopped in the neighborhood I want to move too, and I celebrated the team (Reds) in the city I want to love. A friend told me to never marry Cincinnati. It’s the only relationship I know right now that isn’t going anywhere.

So here’s my reality check to reaffirm my love for the Queen City of the West.

Yesterday passed me by quickly.

I just looked at the calendar and realized yesterday marked my 6 month anniversary of moving to Cincinnati. I’ve been wanting to just stop and write for the past month, but after several months basically being paralyzed in fear of how I was going to make it one day, one week, and one month to the next I’m pretty close to making it.

This weekend was one I was looking forward to for about a month. Once I finally turned the corner my weekend were all closed to up to finally celebrate some niece and nephew birthdays that I had missed while I was in Milwaukee, and go to the all important Freudenfest. To any one reading this who was there. It was my time and place to let go. I feel kinda of embarrassed of some of my actions. But by golly what I had gone through lately I deserved it. *fist bump high five low fives elbow* 😉

This weekend took an unexpected turn though, but a good one. I was going to bike and take more pictures of flying pigs around Cincinnati, visit Washington Park, and who knows what else, but I had some unexpected company instead. It’s been a stellar surprise.

My visit to Milwaukee has been postponed several times, but with a bit more certainty, and even better logistics a visit  should occur by October. Yes, this is after previously saying April, June, maybe August, but perhaps September. I’ll get back there, I promise. Hopefully happier and still thinner.

After working a multitude of jobs to survive I have finally settled perhaps on one. It’s a security job. It doesn’t pay great, but it’s STABLE. The hours are nice. I work 9.5 hours a day Monday – Thursday which allows me a three day weekend, every weekend. It’s flexible, and there is overtime available if I need it.  Kinda the perfect job for someone who needs a short leash.

The only problem is I’m out there by myself mostly all day with no entertainment. Just me and my thoughts.

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About jeffbedel

Indiana native that moved to Cincinnati in January 2012. Former trivia host, beer snob, foodie, non-conformist.

Posted on August 4, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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