Snapped! Introducing: FotoFocus.

It's recently been brought my my attention (ahem, I'm looking at you, Zach), that I haven't written in a while. Of course, I knew this was true, and have been chastising myself over my lack of web presence these days -- heck, I've hardly even tweeted! The reality is, I've been busy -- really busy. Work is nuts (but going well), and I've been traveling like a crazy person for one wedding after another.

This week, I am home in the Mitten -- and I'm so happy to spend a few brisk fall days in my favorite state. However, there is lots going on in Cincinnati this week that I am bummed to be missing -- especially the start of FotoFocus.

This is the inaugural year for the month-long festival dedicated to the art of photography. The brainchild of Thomas R. Schiff, FotoFocus is bringing the work of more than 500 artists to more than 50 venues in Cincinnati -- from small, intimate galleries, like the Alice F. and Harris K. Weston Gallery, to more unexpected places, like the Holy Cross Church Mount Adams Monastery in Mt. Adams. In addition to the photography, workshops for professional and amateur photographers alike will take place throughout the month -- and, of course, there will some fabulous parties.

Kicking off the social aspect of FotoFocus is SIDESHOW, happening October 5 in the Backstage Theater District Alley. Yes -- an alley, which will be transformed into a vintage/high-tech carnival complete with music, food, booze, entertainment, stunts, daredevils, artist-made games, rides, and even an audio-visual fun house. Tickets are $25 -- unless you purchase a FotoFocus FOCUS, ZOOM or FLASH Passport, then admission to the party is included.

It's fitting that if we start the month with a Sideshow, we should end it with a freakshow -- which is why CARNEVIL is the theme of the FotoFocus wrap party. CARNEVIL -- happening October 27 -- will be the freakiest, creepiest, sexiest Halloween party Cincinnati has ever seen. All the freaks will be out to play at the haunted Thompson House Mansion in Newport, Kentucky. Tickets are $50, unless you purchase a FotoFocus Passport, which not only includes admission, but early entrance and an open bar for the first two hours of the event.

Follow FotoFocus on Facebook or Twitter to stay up-to-date about all the happenings this month, or check out the calendar of events. It's an exciting time to be in Cincinnati -- and hopefully I'll have a little more time to write about my FotoFocus experiences throughout the month.

A birthday unlike any other.

I can't believe it's that time of year again -- my annual birthday update! I wasn't sure where to start with this one, because this year has gone by so quickly, I'm having trouble accepting that tomorrow marks the start of my 26th year. Kimmer assures me I'm still in my mid-20s until I'm 28, which makes me feel a little better, but for the first time, I might actually feel old.

What's even more strange, though, is how this birthday feels compared to birthdays past. Every year, I feel like my birthday is full of expectations -- not so much for the day of (because my birthdays are always fabulous), but for the year ahead. More so than New Year's, my birthday is my fresh start and my clean slate.

This year is different. 

For the first time, I don't need/want a fresh start or a clean slate. For the first time, I'm not sure that this year will be entirely different from the last, or that I'll be any different (well, I should say significantly different) when I update next year. And believe it or not, I'm completely comfortable with this.

When I turned 23, I had an amazing celebratory weekend with my family and our oldest and dearest friends, the Crafts/Hobans. I was new to Chicago at that point, and my 23rd year felt ripe with possibilities and opportunities. I was sure I'd land a full-time job after my WGN internship, and that by my 24th year, I'd be completely settled in my city life.

Then real life happened. The year came and went, and with it, so did my hopes for making Chicago my permanent home. I turned 24 back where I had started -- on Chippewa Lake. I actually didn't even post an update on my 24th birthday, because what was there to say? I hated my job. I was living in seclusion at the lake. I missed Chicago terribly. The year wasn't off to a great start.

Within a few weeks, though, things turned around. A couple of job interviews came up -- one for my dream job, and one for a complete career shift in a city I'd never been to -- Cincinnati. We all know which I chose :)

That year turned out to be incredibly challenging -- and fulfilling -- which I talk about in my 25th birthday update. I anticipated that 25 would be a good year for me, and it was. Self-fulfilling prophecy, perhaps? Whether it was me who made it good for myself, or the universe deciding to give me a break, I'm not sure -- but it's been a good ride.

As most of you may know, I spend a lot of time thinking about my birthday in the weeks (ok, months) leading up to it. Generally, I think about where I thought I'd be (married, babies), and where I'd like to be. This year, I haven't done much thinking about where I thought I'd be (I guess I never pondered life after marriage and babies). But when I think about where I want to be next year, all I can think is: here.

Unlike every birthday from the time I was old enough to recognize the perks of being older (riding without training wheels, getting my ears pierced, driver's training, college, etc.), this year the perk isn't really something tangible. Instead, the perk for turning 26 is that I get to keep living the fabulous life that is unfolding here in Cincinnati.

I guess that makes me a very lucky girl. Lucky x26, perhaps?

The End of My Beginning in Cincinnati.

With the click of a door and the turn of a lock, my first phase of Cincinnati living has officially come to a close.

It's bizarre that I had to go back through two years of updates to find my first mention of Jess, in November 2010. I met her at a Habitat for Humanity YP event just a week after my dad moved me out of Walnut Hills. Still terrified of the city, Jess was the rock I needed most at that time -- a careful planner and always-alert woman, she never mocked my insecurity about being alone or my desire to only go out during the day.

Together, we found a few of my favorite places in the city -- Findlay Market, Sharon Woods, the Esquire Theatre. But this week, she's off on a new adventure: Yale Law School.

As we said our goodbyes tonight after a final show at The Esquire (if you haven't seen "Lola Versus" -- stop reading and go see it NOW. Especially if you're a single 20-something woman) and a dinner of half-okay sushi in Clifton, I got in my car and couldn't help feeling like the first act of my life here was over. Dunzo. Fin.

Recently, I haven't seen Jess all that often. She was busy training for the Flying Pig and -- oh yeah -- getting into every Ivy League law school in the country, and I was making new friends and exploring new things. But during that time, it became clear that she was that friend I could always meet up and pick up with, no matter where we had left off. I found myself losing track of stories tonight, thinking has it really been so long, I haven't told you that? 

I have a few other friends like this, which comforts me as I uneasily come to grips with my constant leaving me. I'm sure it won't be too long until an email is exchanged, or a boy situation requires immediate attention. I'm also planning a trip to the east coast, which, of course, will require a visit to New Haven (70% for Jess, 30% so I can pretend to be Rory Gilmore for a day). And this isn't the first time I'm "losing" someone I care about because life leads us different ways. I'll never forget sobbing on my front porch after Allyson left my house the morning I left for CMU and she left for MSU. I'll never forget my last moments swigging champagne in my Jeep with my sisters as we squealed into commencement a few minutes late.

The difference this time, though, is Jess and I are going completely different ways. I'm staying in Cincinnati because -- well, I'm a big kid now, and this is where my job is -- and she's going back to school. I have no doubt her next move will be just as big, somewhere far away from the Midwest -- but there's time to watch all that unfurl.

Jess, thank you for being such a wonderful friend during such a trying time. Thank you for listening to my melodramas, and remembering the details of who's whom, whom I dislike today, and whom I may want to fall in love with tomorrow. And most of all, thank you for being such a big part of one of my greatest adventures.

Steel-toed Boots or Hurdles? It's Up to Me.

About a month ago, I was gazing longingly at the month of June -- just a calendar page in a year that's racing by so quickly, I can barely keep up. From Memorial Day Weekend forward, my life was going to be a jumble of old friends and celebrations, and I couldn't wait for all the excitement to begin.

What I hadn't accounted for were those pesky days in between the weekends -- you know, the ones filled with work and moving (yes, again).

But with undoubtedly one of the most stressful weeks of all time behind me, I woke up this morning with an overwhelming sense of happiness. I'm in my new apartment, even if I'm not completely unpacked, and it seems like my cell is vibrating with fabulous news every day. From engagements to babies (more BOYS!!!) to weddings to new jobs -- the lives of the people I love most look amazing right now. Mine does, too, actually.

After a couple of very stressful years, I've become accustomed to the other shoe dropping, so to speak. And until last week, I had been holding my breath -- expecting a steel-toed boot to come stomping down on me. And just like all self-fulfilling prophecies, it did. Within days, a couple of unexpected phone calls and emails threw me into a tailspin, a killer hangover ruined an entire Saturday, and a change up at work had me scrambling to get my footing. Thank you, Universe.

Now, a few days removed, I realize what I felt wasn't the steel-toed boot -- well, it might have been, but instead of crushing me, it just tripped me. I stumbled, but I kept running. I barrelled through the crazy work week, I accepted and let go of one ridiculous phone call, and embraced a new direction that came from a second. It feels amazing.

Of everything I'm learning about myself these days, this might be the most significant lesson I've had in a while -- the boot only stomps if I let it. I also think that's the difference between someone who seems to have all the luck and someone who doesn't. We all have boots ready to stomp or trip us up, but it's not the Universe or the boot that decides which it will be. It's each of us that gets to choose whether a setback will be a debilitating blow, or if it will just be a hurdle to crawl under, leap over or run through.

From now on, I'm choosing hurdles.

What I've Learned Since Graduation

My graduation from
Central Michigan University, May 2009

I spent the weekend at the University of Dayton, celebrating my little sister's graduation with my family and her friends. The beers, the porches, the loud music and the fraternity houses had me feeling nostalgic for Main Street, 1021, The Bird and my friends -- but it also had me wondering where the last three years have gone. How have I been out of college almost as long as I was in it? How did I end up moving from my dream city, to passing up my dream job, to living and loving life in Cincinnati?

It's been a trip, to say the least. Many of the details have already been chronicled here, so I'll spare you a recap. Instead, here are the 11 greatest lessons I've learned since graduation:

1.  Open your heart to new people. If it weren't for Facebook, there are only a few people you'd keep in touch with from your co-ed days. As you move around, keep that in mind. Making friends is more challenging now than it was in college, because you won't have the instant camaraderie you did in your dorm or the common ground of wearing the same letters, but the friendships you build post-graduation are just as fulfilling.

2.  Find a friend whose work is similar to yours. Preferably, this is someone who isn't in your office (too much conflict of interest), but who has a similar work environment to yours. These are the people who can commiserate with you when a client won't return documents on time, or a colleague throws you under the bus in front of your boss, or you had to work from 6 a.m. to 6 p.m. all last week. Friends whose jobs are totally different from yours will have just as much trouble relating to your frustrations and lending support, as you will have during their moments of struggle.

3.  Step up your dating game. Unlike college, and similar to the friend note above, you won't have a built-in baseline with your dates in the Big Kid World. You probably won't have mutual friends, you may not even be Facebook friends yet (limits the stalkability of said date), so you really have to start from square one. Have an arsenal of great date ideas in your back pocket (hint, coffee isn't one of them...) that are active, relaxing and fun -- think a cooking class, visiting a great park or taking a walking tour of a cool neighborhood. Awkward silences are easier to stomach when you're not staring at someone and grasping for a new topic. Also, these dates are memorable and can pretty much guarantee you a second.

4.  Forget how you thought your life was supposed to look. Do yourself a favor, and don't tie yourself down to something as fleeting as an idea. You might have imagined your life a certain way, but the universe might have something even better in store for you.

5.  Accept help if it's being offered. As a general rule of life, don't always try and be the hero. If you're struggling to make ends meet, and your parents offer to help you out with rent, don't be too proud to say "Ok. Thank you." It feels amazing to do it on your own, but you'll never get there if you don't have a few moments of stability to help you see the light at the end of the tunnel.

6.  Make connections. Face-to-face networking is not dead, nor will it ever be. If you're job searching, don't be afraid to go to a seminar or convention for people in the industry you want to work in. People will be impressed with your chutzpah, and you'll stand out because Millennials are notorious for leaving all their networking to the virtual world. The next part of this is to take advantage of every connection you make. If someone is willing to give you advice -- even if it's not the advice you want or maybe need -- take it!!!

7.  Step up your wardrobe. The laid back, natural, messy look only works on campus. Find a hairstyle that suits you and plan to keep it maintained. Ladies, experiment with the makeup that makes you look and feel your best. Gentlemen, know how many days you can pull off not shaving. Ditch your graphic Ts and opt for basic V-necks from Gap or Banana -- they're colorful and fun while looking polished. In general, think classic with a few trendy pieces for flare. Finally, it's time to stop running errands in your pajamas.

8.  Build a routine. The Big Kid World is exhausting. There's no sleeping in because you don't have class until noon; and no chance to make a judgment call on whether work is worth the effort today. A bed time will be your best friend.

9.  Have a plan. In college, flying by the seat of your pants is fun. In the Big Kid World, no one is impressed that you slept all day Saturday. No one is jealous that you are planning to live footloose and fancy free until you're 35. Actually, this repels people. Know what you want to do in 10 minutes, 10 days and 10 years.

10.  Give yourself the flexibility to veer off course. Sure, you need the 10-minute, 10-day and 10-year plans, but don't get so caught up in them that you're not able to seize the great opportunities that will inevitably come your way.

11.  Listen to your gut and take chances. This is cliche, but it's true. If you're not married and you don't have kids, now is the time to take a few risks. If your heart is telling you to take a job in a new city (ahem, Cincinnati), even though you live in the most amazing city ever (uh, Chicago!) -- then move to Cincinnati! If your heart is saying take the job that sounds boring because the team is amazing (ahem, my current job), even though your dream job (communication coordinator for a state house of representatives) is being offered at the same time -- take the one that sounds boring, but feels right! You don't have anything to lose, and at the end of the day, you may regret impulse decisions or decisions you make because you think (with your head) it's the right one -- but you'll never regret the ones that you make based on that little voice inside that says "This is the right answer...and you know it!!!"

Congratulations to Laura and all her Dayton classmates -- welcome to the Big Kid World!

My sister, Laura's, graduation from the University of Dayton, May 2012

My Identity Crisis.

There are only a couple times each year that I truly feel like an outsider in Cincinnati -- when U of M plays Ohio State (GO BLUE!!!) and on Opening Day.

Not unlike Detroit, Opening Day in Cincinnati is a big deal. No one goes to work (except me), people start lining up at 7 a.m. for a parade that happens at 1 p.m., and the downtown area essentially shuts down for a massive festival.

So, what's a baseball lover and Detroit fan to do in a sea of Reds?

I had to answer that age-old question this morning as I selected my outfit for the day, knowing full well that a Reds shirt meant a casual day at work (and c'mon, the Catholic schooler in me can't pass up a jeans day for ANYTHING), but not wanting to fully embrace Reds mania.

Of course, this isn't the first time I've had to wrestle with my baseball allegiances. After all, for most of 2009 and part of 2010, I lived a block from Wrigley Field. This was kind of cool because, well, it's Wrigley Field -- but I can't express in words how much I hate the Cubs. Seriously. To really convey how much I hate the Cubs, you'd have to see me in person. When they're mentioned, I scrunch up my face, roll my eyes, say something obnoxious about the most obnoxious team in baseball, then start to wax poetic about the wonders of the Tigers.

In spite of all that, though, I did buy a Cubs shirt once (on sale, with a player's name on the back who'd been traded two seasons prior) to wear for my first trip to Wrigley to see the Cubs play the Nationals. I chose the game I'd go to carefully, because if I was going to have to watch the Cubs, I at least wanted to see them win. Of course, they did, because the only team worse than the Cubs is the Nationals.

Tigers, Cubs, Reds -- in the end, I guess it doesn't really matter. Above everything else, I love baseball. I love stadiums. I love hotdogs and beer. So this morning, I pulled on my Reds shirt and hung up my Detroit hat. I'll always be a Tigers fan -- and when they play the Reds in June, you bet I'll be chanting "Eat 'em up!!!" at all three games -- but as long as the Reds and the Tigs are in different leagues, there can be room in my heart for both.

Happy Opening Day!!!

Moving across state lines sucks. Plain and simple.

Since this blog started as a means to chronicle my post-graduate move to Chicago, as well as the trials and tribulations I face in the Big Kid World, I might as well talk a little bit about what I've learned moving from state-to-state.

First, moving to Kentucky in August has been the gift that keeps on giving -- or rather, I'm the gift that keeps on giving to the city of Covington in the form of parking tickets and license fees. You're welcome, Covington.

Let me preface this story with this: my busy season at work lasts from about mid-July through October. During that time, I was in my office between 6 and 7 a.m. every day, and often didn't leave until 6 or 7 in the evening, only to go home and edit or check client websites. This was also the time I chose to move from Ohio to Kentucky. Finally, this story chronicles only my issues with the states of Ohio and Kentucky, as well as my bank, making the move impossible -- I won't even go into the issues with being double charged for insurance when the company I have auto and renters through didn't cancel my Ohio policy when I started my Kentucky one. Ok, here we go.

When I moved to Ohio, switching my license plate and title from Michigan was a nightmare. My mom is on my car title (thanks for the better interest rate, Mom!), which threw a wrench in a smooth transitional process. Well, that and apparently transferring titles in or out of Ohio is insanely complicated, even with only one title-holder. The process requires power of attorney forms, applications, fees and lots of paperwork, but nowhere is there a comprehensive list of all these things. Calling also isn't helpful, because no matter who you talk to at any Ohio Bureau of Motor Vehicles branch, they won't know of all the forms either. Basically, visits to the office to went like this:

Lindsay: Hi, I'm here to get a copy of my Ohio title so I can transfer my plates to Kentucky. My mom is also on the title, and I have this notarized Power of Attorney form from her. I also have my proof of insurance, birth certificate and driver's license.
Lady at the Counter: Do you have a copy of your mom's social security card (or form 9874B, or application C731928383, or whatever obscure piece of paper they also wanted signed)?
Lindsay: No, I wasn't told I need that.
Lady at the Counter: Oh, that's too bad. Yeah, I can't help you without it.

This went on for weeks -- well, when I was able to get away from my office to spend a few hours at the BMV, that is. You may ask: Lindsay, why didn't you just renew your Ohio plate and call it a day? Great question. I couldn't because responsible Big Kid Lindsay transferred her car and renter's insurance to Kentucky immediately after moving. Without proof of Ohio insurance, Ohio won't renew  your plates. So...

In a fit of rage during one of these visits, I asked what it would take to just get my mother off the title of my car, because even a low interest rate wasn't worth the stress and time spent jumping through these hoops. The BMV lady told me matter-of-factly: "If you were to refinance your car, the bank will remove your mother's name and it will cut down on a lot of paperwork."

So, off to the bank I went. I confirmed with the bank manager, the same bank I originally financed my car through, that I could refinance and they would do all the title transfers for me. Within a couple days, I had my new loan and it felt like a million pounds had been lifted off my shoulders. I would finally have Kentucky license plates, and I would stop getting parking tickets for my expired Ohio one. This was in November, the day I left to visit my friend Allie in California; three and a half months after I moved to Kentucky.

When I got back from California, I still hadn't received my new title or license plates in the mail, so I called the bank to follow up. I was told it could take up to two weeks to receive everything, so not to worry. Another week went by, and still nothing. So I called back and left a message for the branch manager who I'd worked with for my loan. When I didn't hear back, I called again. And again. Finally, he returned my call to tell me that he'd made a mistake, and the bank actually couldn't do inter-state transfers, so I would have to go back to the state of Ohio to get my title and then transfer it to Kentucky myself. You know, the process I had started almost four months earlier.

At about this time, I got pulled over for my expired plates. To be honest, I'm surprised it didn't happen sooner. I'd already been given four parking tickets (at $50 a pop) for parking on the street with an expired plate. I explained the whole situation to the officer, who nodded his head knowingly and said, "I just moved here from Ohio, too. Switching my license plate was the worst experience -- and I'm the only one on my title! In all, I spent about 15 hours at the BMV trying to get all the stuff I needed." Since we were buddies in our mutual hatred for the Ohio BMV, he gave me a "fix-it ticket" and said as long as I showed up to court in five weeks with proof that my plates were updated, I wouldn't have to pay a fine. He also suggested that in the meantime, I get a temporary plate from the state of Kentucky. So, that's what I did.

A few days later, I flew to Michigan for the holidays. With my temporary plate taped in my back window, I wasn't worried about being ticketed while I was gone. I spent a good part of my trip on the phone with the bank trying to resolve getting my mom off the title, because in a strange twist, even refinancing wasn't enough to get her off it. I still don't understand why. Anyway, after many phone calls with me, the bank and my mom on the line, we had finally reached a solution. I was to drive to the bank when I got back to Kentucky, pick up a whole packet of paperwork, and take it with me to the BMV -- that would solve my problems and Kentucky plates would be mine.

Well, that is unless your car is towed while you're out of town because the plates are expired.

No, I'm not kidding. My car, with the temporary plates taped up in the window, was towed on December 29. I returned on January 2.

After a thousand angry phone calls, I finally figured out where my car was. I was told I could pick it up at 8:30 the next morning at the far edge of Covington (about five miles from my apartment near downtown Covington). So, the next day, my roommate took me down to the lot and dropped me off on her way to work. When the lot opened, I was ready to get my car and get going -- but it's not that simple in the city of Covington. Oh no. My exchange with the impound lady went something like this:

Lindsay: I'm here to pick up my white Pontiac Vibe.
Impound Lady: Oh, I spoke to you yesterday! What a cute car! I just need your payment receipt.
Lindsay: I haven't paid you yet.
Impound Lady: You don't pay to get your car here, you pay it at the Finance Office in the city building downtown.
Lindsay: What? You didn't tell me that yesterday. You told me to come here and pick up my car at 8:30.
Impound Lady: Oh...well, you have to go downtown to pay it. I can't accept payment here.
Lindsay: How am I going to get downtown? You have my car and my roommate dropped me off and left because I'M SUPPOSED TO DRIVE OUT OF HERE WITH MY CAR.
Impound Lady: Well, maybe an officer can pick you up and take you. But it'll be about 45 minutes until one gets here.

This went on for a while. Finally, she agreed to call the Finance Office, and they agreed to take my debit card number over the phone. $183 later, I drove away in my car -- temporary license in the back window right where I had left it.

I spent that afternoon getting the paperwork at the bank then at the Ohio and Kentucky BMVs. By 4:55 that day, I had my new Kentucky license plate.

Ah, relief :)

But that's not the end of the story, of course. This is me we're talking about, which means the saga continues.

Last week, I got an envelope in the mail that says: DELINQUENT VIOLATION NOTICE for a parking ticket I received at 8 a.m. the day my car was towed. Another $50 for the expired plate -- even though, if I may remind you, I had a temporary plate on my car. Now, when I picked up my car, there was no ticket on it, and when I paid for the towing, I'd assumed I was paying for everything associated with the towing. I mean, that makes sense, right?

Well, after a call to the city of Covington, I learned that it's not that simple. Since I didn't ask to pay my parking ticket at that time, they didn't charge me for it. Well, wasn't that nice of them to consider whether or not I wanted to pay all my fees?! I said I didn't even know I'd had a parking ticket because there wasn't one on my car, and since they were charging me for everything involved with the tow, why wouldn't they charge me the parking ticket??? The woman said it's because they just don't roll all the fees into one. They just don't.

So, now I owe Covington another $50. Of course, I could have contested the ticket in January, but now that it's been more than a week, I have to pay it. If I don't, my car will get towed -- again.

Through this experience, I've learned a couple things. First, I can never move out of the state of Kentucky. Never. Ever. Never ever. Next, I will never have a car loan with any one else ever again. Finally, I will always take two vacation days after moving to a new state (if I ever get the gumption to move again), in order to make sure all these details are taken care of. The depth of red tape that each state has is absolutely nuts -- I mean, the hubris of state government is insane -- it should never be this complicated to move to a new state within the same country. But that's another rant for another time.

There you have it, friends. That's the story. If you have the balls to move after reading that -- let me know. I have a really long list of forms you might need that I can share.

My Top 10 Places to Shop Local in Cincinnati.

I've always been a big fan of "buying local," even before it was a catch phrase and a movement and a political agenda. That's because buying local has always seemed like the only way to really get to know a place.

I learned to appreciate buying local when my family traveled to Italy for the first time. While my friends opted for McDonalds lunches Roman-style, the Holt fam ducked into a teeny hole-in-the-wall and let the chef (the owner's wife) impress us with a dozen different, flavorful, delicious dishes. Eventually, the rest of our group caught on -- and it's a habit that follows me on all my travels, as well as one I practice at home. 

Living in Cincinnati, though, has pushed my commitment to buying local to a whole new level. I think this is a direct result of knowing not a single person when I moved here, and recognizing I had to have some kind of cool angle to get my friends to want to visit me in Cincinnati. Not to mention, I truly believe it is the best way to get acquainted to, and start to feel at home in, a new place.

So when I stumbled across the image highlighting the "Top 10 Reasons to Buy Local" on Facebook today, I decided to dedicate a post to my Top 10 Favorite Local Places in Cincinnati.

So, in no particular order -- here's the list!

1. Findlay Market. Ok, this one is in the number one spot because it's my favorite place in Cincinnati. I take every visitor here for waffles from the Taste of Belgium stand; it's the best place to people watch; and they are incredible because they accept food stamps, helping to bring nutritious food to the Queen City's neediest.
   
   
2. Frank's Fish and Seafood Market. A counter in Findlay Market, Frank's has the absolute best seafood in the city. Hands down. Everything is super fresh -- and each employee knows to the day how long each item has been out of the water. I buy scallops here at least once a week, and I've never been disappointed.
   
   
3. Roebling Point Bookstore. Located a short walk across the Roebling Bridge from downtown Cincinnati, this little bookstore is a gem on Greenup Street in Covington. Their inventory focuses on local authors, stories and folklore; as well as travel and adventure books that prove you don't need to leave Kentucky to find great outdoor experiences. Recently, I bought "60 Hikes Within 60 Miles" from this shop, and I've used it on almost all my weekend excursions. They're also adding a coffee shop to the store, and have begun opening on weekends -- so there's no better time to check the place out!
   
   
4. The Esquire Theatre. I catch a movie at the Esquire almost every weekend. You probably won't see a big-budget blockbuster at this old-timey theatre in Clifton, but you will see the films that take Sundance and Cannes by storm. The Esquire also has the best gummi bears in the city as part of their concession stand (locally made, of course), and recently added a bar to the mix. Talk about taking movie refreshments to a new level.
   
   
5. Nada. I wouldn't consider Nada authentic Mexican, but it is my favorite place to treat myself for a nice dinner. The atmosphere is cool and loungey, with bright, Spanish-looking colors setting the mood for festive and exciting meals. The food is delicious -- especially the guac and pork belly tacos -- and the drinks are, well, strong. Just the way I like them. Happy hour at Nada can't be beat, with great deals on a selection of appetizers and their signature cocktails.
   
   
6. Ruthai's Thai Kitchen. Almost hidden between a dive bar and a cobbler's shop in Mt. Lookout, Ruthai's is without a doubt my favorite Pad Thai in Cincinnati. The veggies and meat are fresh, and the peanuts taste like they're ground in the back as dishes are ordered. Guests can opt to dine cross-legged at low tables on raised platforms, or at a standard table -- the Pad Thai is delicious either way.
   
   
7. Taqueria Mercado. The service here is a little slow, but I crave their Camarones a la Diabla at least once a week. The strong margaritas and authentic, spicy salsa also cement my repeat business.
   
   
8. Amerasia (C'mon, guys, get a website!). I had flounder the last time I dined at Amerasia -- flounder! And it was delicious. Recently bought, renovated and re-opened by a couple twenty or thirty-somethings, Amerasia is hip and laid-back, with an incredible menu that the chef will gladly deviate from if you ask. With an assortment of fresh peppers, you'll always have just the right amount of heat in your General Tsos chicken or Catonese Noodles; and with their impressive selection of more than 100 varieties of microbrewed beer, you'll always have the perfect brew to cool back off with. 
   
   
9. Covington Yoga. I'm just starting to get back into my yoga practice, and this studio in the heart of Covington has been the perfect place to get reacquainted. Peaceful and conveniently located, I had been attending classes here a few days a week before the holidays -- always finding a class that fit my needs, and always learning something new. Each teacher I worked with was patient, kind and knowledgeable, and I never felt uncomfortable about my skill level or how I looked while being twisted and stretched in crazy (but oh-so-good) ways. I also want to mention Karen's pilates class, which helped me lose 10 pounds in a month. Yay!
   
   
10. Toko Baru. For my G-Rap friends, this is the Cincinnati version of Little Bohemia -- a tiny shop that smells of incense and has the greatest collection of gifts and knick-knacks for even the most eclectic group of friends. Jewelry, art, candles, clothes, cosmetics and homegoods are just a few of the neat finds you can dig up on a trip to Toko Baru. 

That's it! Of course, there are a bunch of other amazing places I like to go -- a few of them have been featured in their own posts on the blog -- but these are the few I end up going back to again and again.

If you have other suggestions about where I should be going, leave a comment! I'm always ready to switch it up and find new favorites.

Lavomatic Cafe -- the Place for Brunch in Cincinnati.

I have a new friend here in the Queen City -- Korey is a fellow Alpha Chi Omega, and through the glory of social media, we got in touch after she posted a note on an AXO message board about moving to Cincinnati. Needless to say, I am quite pleased to have made a new connection, and even more excited that we're both in the bond.

Korey and I had both been dying to try the new Taste of Belgium storefront in Over the Rhine. After all, the waffles and crepes the shop peddles at a counter in Findlay Market are the most incredible breakfast treat you'll ever have -- and I stand by that statement so strongly, Findlay Market is the first place I take anyone who visits me in Cincinnati. But I digress.

The new storefront takes up a nice corner space just a few blocks north of my office, and with a menu featuring their famous waffles, as well as other delicacies and microbrews, it stands to quickly become my new favorite eatery. Once I try it, that is. On the Sunday Korey and I met there, the shop was closed, without explanation as to why. Disappointed, Korey and I decided to saunter up Vine St. and see where else we might duck into for a bite, which is how we ended up at Lavomatic Cafe.

I have been looking for a good brunch spot since I left the Windy City. Everyone in Chicago knows about Sunday Funday, but I'm not sure Cinci has gotten the memo. Lavomatic, though, has caught on to the glory that is the combination of breakfast, lunch and cocktails -- and there is no doubt I will be going back for seconds.

For starters, Lavomatic's cocktail list is impressive. With the standard offerings of a bloody mary or mimosa completely overshadowed by concoctions like a Bardstown Sling and Texas Cider Potion. I opted for the Lavo Pimm's Cup -- a refreshing mix of Pimm's #1, fresh lemon juice, ginger simple and soda. It was crisp, cool and light, and I enjoyed every sip.

Since we're talking cocktails, I did have a second round -- at the encouragement of our waiter. He recommended the Corpse Reviver #2, which based on its name and ingredient list made me nervous, but I trusted his judgment, and I definitely got a treat. New Amsterdam gin, orange liquor, Lillet Blanc, lemon juice, a dash of absinthe and an orange twist don't sound delicious -- but all together, they create a tangy, fruity, strong cocktail that can only be sipped. Again, delicious.

Not to be outdone, the menu options are clever and brunch-y, with new twists on old favorites, and new ideas served up on modern, white platters in the vintage-inspired storefront.

Korey and I both had the grilled cheese with a cup of soup -- hers, tomato and red pepper; mine, french onion. The soups were good, sure, but the sandwiches were the thickest, creamiest most delectable take on grilled cheese I've ever had.

The savory combination of cheddar and American cheese, smothered with a red pepper goat cheese spread on brioche was the perfect comfort food for a chilly January day. I enjoyed every bite -- and even though I wanted to have enough to take home, I couldn't leave even a morsel on the plate.

I'm still looking forward to trying Taste of Belgium, but I am so glad Korey and I faced a hiccup in our plans that day, because Lavomatic was a wonderful brunch alternative.

So, friends, repeat visitors now get a trip to Lavomatic in addition to Findlay Market -- who's in?!

Fred and Gari's

If you're walking to the Skyline on 7th and Vine, you'll walk directly past the real taste of Cincinnati -- and no, it's not chili.

Fred and Gari's, located at 629 Vine, is a carryout-only lunch spot that offers a creative take on the soup, salad, sandwich lunch. Nestled between a parking garage a juice shop, Fred and Gari's is easy to overlook, but a quick taste of their zesty (and I mean zesty!) crab salad or their tomato bisque will have you back for more.

For less than $10, you can get a 1/2 sandwich a small soup, which is more than enough food for a midday meal -- especially when you opt for the jalepeno cornbread instead of crackers with your soup. And while I haven't been able to bring myself to abandon the crab salad on wheat and tomato bisque, my lunch buddies have been more adventurous. From what I can tell, each menu option goes beyond what you would expect from a traditional carryout meal, and includes distinct and vivid flavors, spices and colors. It's also clear that most of what's on the menu is made in-house. The breads are thick, soft and nutty, and even better, the meat is quality and isn't filled with water.

Did I mention the cookies? Because they're to-die-for. Big, crumbly cookies in whatever flavor Fred (or is it Gari?) decides to whip up. It's impossible to go wrong with the chocolate chip. The little shop also is known for their pies, which I have not tried, but can imagine impulse buying after a stressful client meeting.

While there is no seating inside Fred and Gari's, the shop is just a few short blocks from Fountain Square. It's worth the trip to chit chat with the proprietors, pick up a fabulous meal, then enjoy the square now that the weather has broken a bit. It's possible you'll bump into me there, since I've definitely found my new favorite lunch spot.

Magical, operatic and fabulous.

The Cincinnati arts scene delivers yet again.

Earlier this year, my office Social Committee put me in charge of our office ArtsWave campaign, an annual fundraising effort to support the arts in Cincinnati. Apparently, most of the major organizations -- as well as generous residents -- in Cincinnati participate to fund the theatre initiatives, symphony, opera, art museums, etc., so they can live to entertain another year. Seeing as how I'm new to the city, and new to the Social Committee, I don't think I was the best fit for the job, but I did my best and we raised a nice sum for the campaign.

As a little bonus, ArtsWave generously donated tickets to a few shows and galleries, which I used as promotional tools for the campaign. I was a little jealous as I raffled off tickets to Mozart's The Magic Flute, because I was desperate to go. One of my fabulous colleagues knew this, and after he won, graciously offered the tickets to me for my hard work on the campaign, and because he knows I love opera. Of course, I accepted!

I decided to take Jess with me so we could have an early celebration of our Cincinnati one-year anniversaries, and the evening couldn't have been any better, mostly because the opera was phenomenal.

This was my second trip to Music Hall, the first being for Idina Menzel, and it is still as breathtaking as I remembered. It's impossible to not feel transported as you take in the ornate crystal chandeliers and incredible, colorful painting on the walls. It's a beautiful place, and clearly loved by the people of Cincinnati -- because this is a city that loves the arts.

There weren't many open seats on this opening night, and I was surprised and glad to see a fair number of families with children attending the event. The Cincinnati Opera had advertised the show with the tagline: "Make it your first opera," and it's safe to say people took it to heart.

The Magic Flute is a fantastical story with looming sets, colorful costumes, funny characters and Lion King-esque props, so it's no surprise that even the kids made it through the three-hour show. The cast even threw in a couple odes to Cincinnati, if you will, in shockingly un-cheesy and funny references to Skyline and goetta.

Although The Magic Flute's run was short, it was a perfect introduction to the Cincinnati Opera. They're already promoting next season's lineup, which includes Porgy & Bess, La Traviata and Gianni Schicchi. I've already started saving my pennies to spring for season tickets, and am even considering joining the Young Professionals group sponsored by the opera (I know, my nerd factor just keeps on growing). Cincinnati's art scene is one to be admired, and I'm excited to see what's coming next.

British invasion of Cincinnati.

Even almost a whole day after Sir Paul McCartney took his last bow at Great American Ball Park, I'm still high from the singing, dancing and adrenaline of seeing a show with more than 40,000 of my neighbors.

First, GABP deserves an great deal of credit for pulling of the largest show the venue has ever hosted. With relatively reasonable lines at the concessions and bathrooms (I say reasonable because I doubt they're any longer at a ball game), and no wait to get in or out of the stadium, on top of stellar sound, video and lighting -- the night was a great success, and I hope it means they'll be bringing more big-name bands to Cincinnati in the future.

But back to the real star of the night.

McCartney is a performer in the truest sense of the word. It's difficult to imagine him looking any more natural than he does when he's strumming his guitar in front of thousands of people -- until he pulls a few fans on stage for quick introductions and hugs all around. Not only were his song choices, which alternated from Beatles to Wings every song or two, spot on, his between-song banter was more intimate than you'd expect from someone who's been doing this for well over 50 years. It was easy to get the sense that McCartney enjoyed milking each moment and each story, since Cincinnati was the last stop on his eight-city -- and possibly final -- tour.

Well, that's what people are calling the On the Run tour anyway -- his last. But watching him crank out song after song for three straight hours, it's clear he's still got "it," and I could imagine him doing 2,000 more shows before he tires out. And if he were to plan it, people would come, because it's obvious by last night's crowd -- which ranged in age from small children to the geriatric crowd -- the the Beatles' music still endures, and that we all have fond memories involving at least one of their albums.

While "Hey Jude" and "Get Back" were high points for me, so were his recollections of Jimi Hendrix playing Sgt. Pepper's at his own concert just days after it was released (then playing Jimi's "Foxy" and selections from Sgt. Pepper's on the guitar he played while recording that album in the 60s); playing the ukulele with George; lamenting not telling John how much he loved him; and writing "Blackbird."

It's cliche, but McCartney is a living legend. A giant left from a time of melodic rock'n'roll that could get anyone to get up and dance. There aren't many of his peers left -- all of his stories were about friends who have passed -- which made seeing him even more incredible.

I wracked my brain last night, trying to remember every concert I've been to and whether I've been to one more profound than McCartney's, and I don't think I have. The best shows are the ones where the performer is as into the concert as the crowd is, when artists play the songs the way we remember then, and when they come back for encore after encore. McCartney did all that, and I doubt what I saw last night will be surpassed any time soon.

A quarter of a century has come and gone.

I can't believe it! I'm 25. Twenty five. Two-five. 25. No matter how many times I say it or which way I write it, it still feels weird. 25.

At the same time, I guess I've started to resemble what I think a 25-year-old looks like. Let me explain.

When I turned 24, I didn't feel 24. Since my mom married at 24, I'd always assumed I'd follow the same trend. When it became clear that I was setting my own curve, I got panicky. I felt like all the plans I'd made and all the chances I'd taken had been for nothing, and that I was more lost at 24 than I was at 18. Little did I know, that my 24th year would be one of my most fulfilling. Not only is this the first year I've lived completely independently (that is, totally off of my parents' payroll), this is the year I started to build my life on my own terms -- without the pressures of friends, family, school, sorority, etc.

I came to Cincinnati with one objective: successfully keep a job for more than six months. Well, I did that; and most surprising, I actually like my job more today than I did on my first day of work. Growing into a productive employee, though, has been a cake walk compared to the personal challenges that come along with moving to a new city where I knew no one. Even that, though, is a challenge I've overcome.

I realized yesterday afternoon as I lounged with my two new roommates in our new living room (wearing just my swimsuit and big straw hat because, well, that's what I like to wear in the summertime, and I'm not self-conscious around them), that for the first time in my whole life, the relationships I'm building are ones that I've created on my own terms. My friends are ladies I've met through work, apartments and bowling leagues, and our relationships are completely organic -- meaning we didn't have mutual friends or ex-boyfriends or histories to provide our foundations. Rather, we met; we chatted; we went out; we swapped stories; we became friends. It's been nice.

There is one change coming up this month, though, and it's -- drum roll please -- another move! I know, I know, haven't I had enough? The answer is "yes," yet I'm typing this post as a break from packing. By the end of July, I'll officially be a resident of Covington, Kentucky. You read that right, Kentucky. If you'd asked me even four months ago what state I would NEVER live in, Kentucky would have been my answer; but the reality is, I like the area a lot, it's actually closer to work than my Cincinnati apartment is, and I'll have two roommates to help keep my living expenses lower than they've been in years. All of these are pretty positive things, especially when I consider having my car and student loans paid off in less than two years, as well as the start of a very nice down payment for the house I plan on buying myself for my 30th birthday :)

Yes, friends, I think this is going to be a good year. And if not? Well, if I've learned anything since my 24th birthday, it's that I can bob and weave with the best of 'em -- so bring it on.

Six months.

Well, six months and a few days, that is. I just got home from a delicious dinner at La Poste with Jess...my first friend in Cincinnati. She moved here the same week I did last summer, and decided last week that we owed ourselves a celebratory dinner for making it six months in the Queen City -- and I'm never one to pass up a celebration.

I got to thinking as we parted ways this evening after a tasty, savory, wine-filled three courses (well, at least my meal was all that -- right, Jess?) about how much changes in six months. Half a year. 180 days. 12 paychecks.

I've already reminisced enough about my many moves and my first, cautious steps into Big Kid life...but I haven't given Cincinnati its due. So here goes...

Aside from the unpleasantness of renting an apartment from a peeping tom and my unfortunate run-in with one of Cincinnati's most disagreeable finest last week, life here has been pretty good.

I'll admit, at first, things were not-so-great. I spent my first month here wandering around by myself. Trying to find the "sights," trying to find a friend, trying to keep cool in the 95-degree heat. When people asked, I pretended like it wasn't so bad, like I didn't hate it and like I wasn't spending every day from 6 p.m. to 8 a.m. alone, bored and awake in my apartment. I Googled nearby lakes one weekend, hoping to find a little reminder of home, and instead wound up 40 minutes from the city at a dammed up river with water as warm as the air. I even signed up for eHarmony to get me out of the house and around people again.

I'll never forget the night I woke with a start (for the second time), to turn and see my bedroom door move and footsteps retreat from my line of sight. I turned on every light in my apartment, flipped on the T.V., played my radio and barricaded myself into my guest room. Contemplating driving back to Michigan, giving up, starting over -- again -- I sat there isolated and terrified. Life couldn't always be like this, right? The next day, I placed a call to Kimmer, who gallantly arrived mere hours later to start packing up my apartment and move me somewhere new.

It was a few weeks after that -- about six weeks into my time in Cinci -- that I met Jess. Luckily for me, she's a Democrat (maybe the only other one in the city), she enjoys hiking and listens to my long-winded versions of boring, non-interesting events. It's been nice that we get together a couple times a week to play trivia, have dinner or catch a movie. It's comforting, really, and the consistency is something I've been lacking since leaving Mount Pleasant.

I think making that first friend, that first connection, is what made me feel like I was going to be okay here. Since meeting Jess, I've made a few more friends. A couple from work, one from my building, and my newest one is from my bowling league. It takes time, I know. But if there's one thing I've learned during my adventures in the Big Kid World, it's patience.

Cincinnati is starting to feel like home now. I mean, Ohio will never be as wonderful as Michigan; Cincinnati will never be as exciting as Chicago; but it's my experiences in those other places that have made me determined to succeed here. I know what I need to do to make myself happy and to make myself a part of this city. I don't know how long I'll stay or if we'll always be on such good terms, but for now, we're alright. We're learning about each other. We're growing together. It'll leave it's mark on me...and don't you worry, I'll definitely return the favor.

The Obligatory Out-With-The-Old, In-With-The-New Post.

What a year, what a decade (+1).

In 2000, I brought in the millennium with great family friends and a bathtub full of water, just in case the world did end and we needed some survival tool. I was 14 and started high school that August, and my life was pretty limited to learning to drive, singing and boys.

I never imagined that as the new decade unfurled, I would end up in Europe three times; the winner of Karaoke Idol on Serenade of the Seas; a Leadership Advancement Scholar at Central Michigan University; a sister in Alpha Chi Omega; a press secretary on a congressional campaign; a nanny; a newspaper reporter; a corporate communications analyst; and a resident of Chicago, Big Rapids and Cincinnati. The first 10 (well, technically 11) years of the 21st Century have been a whirlwind, to say the least.

Last night, as I thought about saying 'goodbye' to 2010 and starting a new life in 2011, I realized that for all the life changes I went through from 2000-2010, the majority of them were crammed into one short year -- the 365 days of 2010.

I started 2010 sick and babysitting for some extra cash. Team Hamos was heading into the last month of campaigning, and I was miserable. Still living in Chicago, I missed the carefree days of nannying and having fun with my city friends. The days moved tortuously slow that month, but once February hit, and we lost, things sped up again and I was just along for the ride.

As spring broke in March, I got a break in my career, as well. I segued from politics to reporting, in what I thought was a very smart move. I left city life, public transit and Sunday Fundays to move to Chippewa Lake, Michigan...population: my neighbors and me, for a grand total of three.

We'll fast forward through that summer because, well, not much happened.

As my reporting career unraveled as quickly as it began, I was back on the search for my new path. I fell back into familiar territory when a job offer with the Michigan House of Representatives fell into my lap, but something about that didn't feel right, so Cincinnati and corporate-bound I was.

It took two moves to get settled in Cincy, making 2010 my "Year of Four Addresses."  However, here I am settled on Montgomery Road, and things aren't so bad.

Last year was so scattered for me, it was difficult for me to make a resolution as I move into the new year. My hope, though, is that 2011 is a little less tumultuous than 2010 revealed itself to be; but that this next phase will be as interesting, exciting and dynamic as the last one was.

I guess we'll have to wait and see. Here's to the ride, though, and may yours be as wonderful and adventure-filled as mine.

Long overdue.

Even though it's been a while since I've updated, things have been anything but boring here in the Queen City.

The day after my last post, I was forced to start looking for a new apartment due to a Peeping Tom situation at my first Cincinnati abode. To say the least, it was the most overwhelming and terrifying situation I've ever been in, but due to a lot of good luck, and a great support system, I was able to move out quickly and get settled in my new place.

Now, I'm a little further north of the city, in a sleepy little community called Norwood. Lots of great dive bars and a few nice parks make it a nice place to be. I'm also only a few blocks away from the express way, making downtown and most of the best Cincinnati neighborhoods well within reach.

A few really great things have come out of my move from East Walnut Hills (Bulluck Terrace, to be exact. Single ladies, steer clear) to Norwood. First, I've actually been sleeping again, meaning I'm enjoying everything about life more, and I have a lot more energy to do fun things. Second, I'm not eating out every day and making sure I get home while it's still light, leaving me money and -- again -- time to explore this incredible city.

Here's what I've found:

Newport, Kentucky, right across the river from Cincinnati, used to be the gambling, prostitution, nightlife hot spot before Las Vegas. Since Newport is only about a six-hour train ride from all the major urban hubs of the early 20th century (New York, Chicago, Detroit, Atlantic City), it was the place to getaway and have a little fun.

The gentlemen of the Newport Gangster Tour have put together an homage to that era of Newport's history with a walking tour of all the sauciest spots in the city. Starting at the Gangster's Dueling Piano Bar, you'll feel like you've stepped back in time as you get one of the most entertaining history lessons you'll every receive. It's difficult to imagine the picturesque little town being used for anything but sock hops and lemonade stands now, but it wasn't long ago that bootlegged liquor ran as fast as the Ohio, and billions (yes, billions) of dollars were being spent annually to commit all of the seven deadly sins.

Cross the river, add some class and fast forward 100 years, and you have the Plum Court Wine Room, an unsuspecting piece of corner real estate in downtown. I say unsuspecting because the facade looks like that of an insurance agency, but cross the threshold, and you're in a cozy little nook full of Cupcake wine and delicious gourmet appetizers.

The Plum Court Wine Room is only open for tastings one day each week. The rest of the week, though, the venue can be rented out for private parties. Here are the up sides: there's a really cute sommelier pouring taste after taste of yummy vino, and talking about full, creamy finishes -- if you're into that kind of thing -- as well as a really nice selections of wines and a knowledgeable staff ready to educate guests about what they're drinking. It's also really reasonably priced. For $7, I tasted five wines, and could have bought any of those bottles for $9.99. Not bad.

I also checked out the Shadowbox Theater over in Newport for a night of comedy and rocking music. Initially, I thought the show was going to be similar to Second City in Chicago, however, the skits are scripted, dinner is served and there is no drink limit.

The food and service were great. Considering the servers were the actors, band members and crew, I wasn't expecting much. But they compensate for an over-worked staff with a simple, short menu of great food, taking a bit of the edge off.

However, what impressed me most about the Shadowbox, an artist-owned theater, was the music. Seriously, it rocked! All the members of the band had roles in the skits, sometimes back-to-back. But every singer blew me, and the rest of the audience, away with powerhouse vocals, backed up by a truly-talented band. They sang everything from the Eagles to Ozzy, never breaking character and really putting on a stellar performance.

As a matter of fact, the comedy paled in comparison to the musical facets of the show, but I would pay the $30 ticket price again to hear more of the band. The only downside is it was a very expensive night. I bought $10 in raffle tickets, but before that, my food and beer were about $50. Beers were cheap, though, so most of that cost was food.

Another expensive -- but worth it -- dinner is at Beluga in Hyde Park. When Ally came to Cinci for a visit last weekend, we decided to give it a try, and were both pleasantly surprised with the menu options and quality of sushi served.

Beluga's atmosphere is kind of nightclub-ish. Actually, for any fellow Boystown lovers reading this, it feels like Mini Bar, only minus the loud music and dancing. Ally and I got there early, which was a good choice. By the time we left, it was getting really full and really loud, which would probably not make for a relaxing or romantic dinner.

I gave yellow tail a try for the first time at Beluga, and loved it. The roll tasted totally tropical, featuring mangos, jalepenos and an amazing citrusy, honey sauce. All of the sushi was incredibly fresh, and made within a few minutes of our order being placed. It was well worth the price, and will probably be a place I take to impress all future visitors.

During the daylight hours, I'm working on becoming a Hamilton County Parks connoisseur. With my new friend, Jess, I've discovered California Woods and Sharon Woods, both just outside of Cincinnati. They are both absolutely gorgeous examples of Midwestern natural beauty, featuring dense deciduous forests, hills and creeks. I even bought a year-long pass to the parks over the weekend, a mere $10 for access to parking at 21 parks. Incredible! Jess and I have hiked most of the trails at both places, getting a really great workout every time.

Sharon Woods, in particular, is breathtakingly beautiful. The area the park is set in was carved by glaciers during the last ice age, leaving spectacular rock formations and a now mostly-dry riverbed surrounded by forest. There are dirt trails, as well as paved ones, and ponds perfect for canoeing or kayaking in the summertime. It's also dog friendly...

Why is that important? Well, friends, I'm a dog owner! Last Saturday, I adopted Kenny from the League for Animal Welfare in Batavia, Ohio. We're happily settling in to a new routine and learning about one another. It's exciting and a whole new experience for an experienced dog owner like me. This is the first time I don't have my family in on this adventure, but I think I'm doing alright so far.

Kenny is a great dog with an amazing disposition. It breaks my heart to think he spent the whole first year of his life in a shelter, but I'm making up for that now. If you're in the area and looking to adopt, I highly recommend LFAW. Kenny was so well cared for, as are the other animals who call the shelter home. The facility is immaculate, and doesn't smell like animal waste the way most shelters do. The animals are clean, their nails are trimmed and they all have outdoor access. It's an amazing place and the adoption fee is nominal compared to other shelters I looked at. For $95, I got to bring Kenny home and make him a part of my little family. I couldn't be happier.

So, that's the update from here! It's been a crazy couple of months, full of the good, the bad and the ugly. But I made it, and I have a new buddy by my side.

Idina Mezel ... Part Lady Liberty, Part Diva, All Goddess.

Tonight was an absolutely incredible start to what is bound to be an amazing weekend.

I bought tickets this week to see Idina Menzel perform with the Cincinnati Pops Orchestra. Not only has Ms. Menzel brought to life one of my favorite characters from literature and film, Elphaba, I listen to the song "Defying Gravity" on a daily basis.

The evening started with the orchestra playing selections from Broadway, as well as a waltz and a Puccini piece from "La Boheme," in honor of the night's vocalist (Ms. Menzel was the original Maureen in RENT, a modern version of "La Boheme"). To say I was impressed is an understatement. My favorite part of watching an orchestra perform is the violins, because the bows moving up and down over the strings remind me of cricket legs, all leaping to the same beat. The Cincinnati Pops Orchestra's violin section did not disappoint. But while I have an affection for the violins, I'd be remiss to not give credit to all the artists, who really bring something special to Cincinnati. Each section melted beautifully into one another, creating a sound that was soft and intimate, particularly when they played "Somewhere Over the Rainbow," which literally brought me to tears.

The first character I was ever cast as was Dorothy in the "Wizard of Oz," I was 10. When I got the part, my mom asked me, "Can you sing?" My response was: "I don't know, I guess." Being cast in that role lead me to voice lessons, more roles, choirs, Italy, Ireland, Central Harmony and Hot Commodity. Some of the most amazing experiences of my life are due to my voice. Hearing "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" tonight brought me back a ways, I guess, and to have it capped off with "Defying Gravity," which I heard for the first time when I saw Wicked almost three years ago with Allyson, was like a sensory overload for me. In the year after seeing Wicked, I listened to that song over and over again, dying to make my next move. Dying to be in Chicago. Dying to defy gravity. A year later, I was. In my worst days in Big Rapids "Defying Gravity" gave me a boost, and now that I'm in Cincinnati, the song seems to carry a lot more meaning.

But back to show...

Idina, if I may call her that, has the art of being a tease down to a science. She flirted with the crowd for a solid four minutes upon stepping onto the stage. With each second, as the orchestra pulsed behind her, the audience got a little more anxious, eager to hear her hit that first note with her signature belt...then she did.

She sang from RENT and Wicked, of course, as well as an assortment of other Broadway tunes, and Barbara Streisand hits. She even did a mash-up, if you will, of Cole Porter and Sting & The Police. While I'm not a Glee fan, so I have no point of reference, she apparently performed "Pokerface" on the popular FOX show recently. Anyway, she sang it at tonight's performance, with the orchestra backing her the whole way.

Before launching into "Pokerface," though, she gave a little shout out to GaGa for speaking against Don't Ask, Don't Tell this week, as well as commended her for rallying for gay rights. In ultra-conservative Cincinnati, I'm not sure she won over anyone older than 40. The rest of us didn't care. Following the GaGa jam, she performed an original song she wrote for two of her gay friends, who moved from the U.S. to the Netherlands so that they could be married and be together without making any apologies.

Come to think of it, Idina looked like she was channeling Lady Liberty tonight in her royal blue, toga-esque gown and brilliantly cut diamond studs. Perhaps the political statement wasn't intended to be subtle.

She spent a lot of time in between songs telling stories about her husband, Taye Diggs, their baby, her digestive issues and her career. She's actually really funny, and was just as entertaining between songs as she was during.

The highlight of the evening, though, was when she sang "For Good" from Wicked. She sang sans-microphone, proving she doesn't need an amp to make her voice heard throughout a hall that seats a few thousand. The moment was incredibly powerful, as her notes literally hung in the air.

All-in-all, the night was spectacular. I'm looking forward to seeing the orchestra again, because they went above and beyond my expectations. And Idina Menzel, she's a goddess, and I'm so glad I got to see her this evening.

One month down.

Well, one month and two days to be exact! I'm love, love, loving Cincinnati, and everything that goes along with it.

The city itself is amazing. It has all the big-city feel I loved about Chicago, including great restaurants, ambiance, museums, walk-ability and bars, but it's smaller, and easier to maneuver. It's also convenient to have a car again, although the year of living in the Windy City has convinced me I'd be perfectly happy never driving one again.

The other great part about Cincy, is the natural beauty, not just outside the city, but even in downtown. There are flower gardens everywhere, the river running right through the center of things, and the hills are just amazing. I've taken a couple of day trips to go hiking at state parks outside the city limits, and have also spent some time exploring my new neighborhood and getting the lay of the land.

I joined a book club, and my first meeting is on Tuesday. The book is "Canticle for Leibowitz," a post-apocalyptic story by Walter Miller. Not really my thing, but I've been here a month and still need some friends! On my quest to find this novel, though, I found a great bookstore a couple minutes from my house, which happens to be next to a WHOLE FOODS! Yay! It's also in the same shopping center as Gap, Banana, Nordstrom Rack and T.J. Maxx. Now that I know where I'll be spending most of my time (and money), I'm starting to really feel settled.

The job is going really well. I couldn't ask for better coworkers, and the work is actually a lot of fun. Really! Who knew health benefits could get me riled up?

Finally, I'm almost done decorating my apartment. I'm still struggling with a color scheme for my bedroom, but I have a feeling something will come to me. The second bedroom is finished, though...so if you're ever looking for a place to crash, you've got one in the Queen City!

Welcome to The Queen City!

I made it!

The drive here felt like it took forever, but luckily for me, I had a couple good friends to help me out with the move, which made the task a little less daunting.

It's been in the 90s here all week, with really high humidity. My hair isn't too pleased with the move so far, but I'm starting to feel pretty comfortable. I've found my way to the library, grocery store and a few local parks, which means today I have more exploring to do in the shopping district. I also hope to find a yoga studio nearby.

When I moved to Chicago, I had my dad cleaning and organizing all my stuff as it was dropped inside my front door. This time, though, I was on my own. I had no idea how much stuff I actually have! Let's just say, it was enough to fill a 24' moving truck, plus my cute little Vibe. My new place is a little bigger than my Boystown walkup, but my bedroom is smaller so I have to pare down the furniture a bit. What I'm most excited for is my office...formally known as the Pretentious Reading Room.

I use the term "office" loosely at this point. There's a futon for guests, a second bookshelf stuffed with books and an incredible desk, which is where I'll get my creative juices flowing, if you know what I mean. At least, that's the plan. There are a couple of universities nearby, so I would like to take on some editing work for dissertations and whatnot. There also might be some potential contract communications work for a few campaigns. My first priority, though, is the job I came here for, which starts on Monday! I'm so excited, and really looking forward to a true 9 to 5 gig. Not to mention, everyone I've met and interacted with so far have been amazing, and I think the work environment is going to be a great one on a lot of levels.

Here's the thing about going corporate, a fact that made it on both the pro and con list for Cincinnati: It's going to be amazing to not have work rule my life, and to be able to use my salary to not only support myself, but actually have a little fun. I'll be able to go to a 6 p.m. yoga class. I won't have to work on Saturdays. As a matter of fact, I can come home and cook myself dinner instead of jetting out of the office for a quick bite at 8 p.m. before going back to finish some press releases.

The schedules I kept in Chicago made living a little difficult. My gym membership went mostly unused because I worked 15 hours a day. My commutes were long. I didn't have much time to meet people. My salary also wasn't anything to brag about. Of course, what I'm making now will go quickly once I factor in rent, a car payment and a 401K, but I think I've worked my budget out to allow me to take the trips I've been wanting to (look out Cali and NYC!!!), as well as have some fun around the City of Seven Hills (or Queen City, whichever you prefer).

In short, I'm feeling good, in spite of the heat. I made this offer to you all when I lived in Chicago, and I'll make it again--you always have a place to crash in Cincinnati if you feel like making a trip. Heck, I'll even sweeten the offer...a full-size futon instead of a couch. Any takers?

Be careful what you wish for.

I left Grand Rapids in a tizzy this morning, ready to get back to Chippewa Lake to finish packing and spend a little time by myself. Bad call.

It's no secret the last couple of months have been tough, and that without reliable cable and cell service, I've been more isolated than an indigenous tribe in the Amazon. In reality, though, Chippewa Lake is my most favorite destination in the whole world...and I wouldn't want to spend my summer anywhere else.

The last few weeks have been unbearably hot and humid, but as I drove around the bend and saw the sun glistening off the water, the most amazing breeze drifted over the lake and brought the smell of Chippewa rushing to my head. Nothing quite compares to the damp, piney fresh smell of the air here, and now with all the windows open, I'm surrounded by the scent that I wish could follow me all the way to Cincinnati.

The truth is, I was never really excited to move back here for a job. I'd been flirting for a long time with the idea of being a reporter, and felt like that move was my first really responsible decision. Chicago had been pretty much a cake walk. I had friends, a stage to karaoke on a couple nights a week and a blow-off job (not the campaign, of course) that paid me a lot of money to hang out with some of the cutest kids in the Midwest. Not bad. So when I accepted the gig in Big Rapids, I thought the pit in my stomach was because I was leaving a place I loved. As it turns out, that was part of it. More than the sadness of leaving, though, was questioning if the decision was the right one.

I feel different about Cincinnati. I am excited. I also feel nervous. I don't know anyone there. It's close to Kentucky. My job is really technical. I passed up another amazing job for this one. I think I sold out by going corporate. I didn't see my friends before I left. I might have forgotten something. I have a car payment. I really have to budget. I have to move all my stuff...again.

This is going to be tough, and up until now, it's all felt surreal.

Since I started my college search about a million years ago, I've craved an adventure. An adventure that would shove me out of my comfort zone and make me fend for myself. While Chicago and Big Rapids held their merits on the adventure scale, this move is a total leap of faith. I only hope that this leap turns out to be the one that helps put me on track.

The lake is perfect tonight. I wish you were here with me to chat, share a glass of wine and look out over the water. In a couple hours, the sun will melt into the trees directly across from my cottage, and the water will turn bright orange and red. It's the perfect time to swim or paddle down the road of light leading from my dock to the sunset. It's fitting, really, to spend the night here. A perfect evening in my favorite place...another little goodbye to home.