Quite a few weekends ago, I ventured to Columbus, Ohio for work, and it was lovely. Showcasing a medley of American architectural styles, signage from other eras, and neighborhoods named for the immigrants that first populated them, the city beckoned a reminder of the drudgery, hope, and economic/social woes that have so defined this country. It was both charming and sincere in that way.
{Airbnb in Olde Towne East}
{The Ohio State University}
{Italian Village}
{Germantown}
{Downtown}
{Franklin Park Conservatory & Botanical Gardens}
The people I met there were, too. Following the event, I took a seat next to a solo diner at a Short North bar. He'd lived in Columbus for almost two decades and spoke to the evolution of the city. He'd also recently bought a house, and was thereby pretty set on staying. And then, as we exchanged local and faraway stories, I had a scarier thought: how nice it sounded to settle down in the world without settling. I found myself in a similar vein of consciousness this past weekend in Charleston. Photos on that trip to come...
