Settling But (hopefully) Not Settling

Cincinnati.  Yep, we’re moving to Cincinnati, Ohio in a few short months.

Excited, nervous, trepidatious, sure, eager, scared, unsure… I think we’ve felt all of these emotions during the course of making this decision.  In our almost 9 years of marriage this will be our 4th move.  The difference in this move is that 1) we chose the place as opposed to a school/residency program/Air Force choosing for us and 2) this is where we’re planning on settling, putting down roots and raising our family.  This is it.  Home.  That feels weird to type.

As many of you know we actually lived in Cincinnati for 2 years before living in San Antonio.  So in a way it doesn’t feel totally out of the blue that we’re choosing to move back there.  However I will never forget opening an email almost 5 years ago telling us that we would be spending our 2 year residency in the city of Cincinnati, Ohio.  I was not thrilled.  Cincinnati seemed like the most random city I could think of… not to mention a little blah.  Of course moving away from New York City made everywhere else on the planet feel a little blah.  I just remember thinking, “I cannot believe we’re moving to Cincinnati.”  Which is why years and years later, it feels even more strange that we are going to be calling this city home.

If I sound unexcited or negative it’s just that we’re in the thick of house hunting (not going super well) and I feel that we’re starting to mourn the loss of the home we’ve made for ourselves here in San Antonio.  You know, change and stuff.  It can be hard.

Restauranteur David Falk recently wrote a Love Letter to Cincinnati published in the Huffington Post.   His last two lines sum up Cincinnati perfectly:

You are no longer that embarrassing girlfriend I don’t tell my friends about, insecure and self-conscious. You’re alive and breathing in gasps of energy and I scream my love for you from the Italianate rooftops.

Here we come Cincinnati, ready or not.

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