It’s not you, it’s me

Dear Columbus,

We have to talk. Don’t get me wrong, the last three years have been great. We’ve shared some good times and some even better food. That’s right, I’m looking at you, Northstar Cafe! Anyway. The thing is, I think I should be seeing other cities. There’s somewhere else: Chicago. Now I know what you’re thinking — so maybe it’s the third biggest city in the country instead of #16, but trust me, it’s not stuck up about it. It’s cool. Really cool. Freezing, actually.

You’re going to be fine without me; there will be other unemployed journalism majors! Lots of them, probably. You’ll find someone else to explore Clintonville and the Short North, and try out all the OSU campus pizza places. I’ll never forget all the times we had together, or the baked goods from Mozart’s. And tomorrow morning before I leave you, I’m stopping at Spinelli’s on my way out the door.

I’m not sure how much I’ll miss OSU game days. I’m sure you understand. And if it’s any consolation, I am told Chicago has zero good college teams.

I still love you like a mid-sized city in the midwest. And don’t worry, we’ll always have Surly Girl. Hugs,

-Meryl

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