Sir Walter Scott said that.
Let’s set the scene, shall we? The year was 2005, the day: June 1st. I packed my clothes, books, and any other random crap I thought I would need into my 1994 Nissan Sentra [attack seatbelts, no airbags] and shuffled my way down to Baltimore City for a grand adventure.
Seven years have passed, and oh my goodness, what a marvelous time I’ve had.
I’ve lost people, pets, cars, apartments. I have made a million friends, fallen in and out of love [way too] many times, and gotten a stupid amount of self discovery accomplished.
You may think it’s silly, to celebrate an anniversary with a city, but I think you should always honor your great loves.
And so I honor Baltimore. I feel pretty confident when I say that she’s found a use for me. <3