She said my name with a country twang

Let me say first that moving is hard. It's been a couple of weeks already and we're completely moved in, but nothing prepares you for all the time you have in a day when you've unpacked every box and you're still looking for work (or, more accurately, waiting for the call back). One day I did four hours of yoga. And I've discovered I can do Sudoku. And I read a lot of news. None of these are bad, and I'll never have this kind of time every again, I'm sure. But it leaves me going to bed wondering why I even need sleep.  Anyway, I wanted to share some thoughts on moving to this new "city."

We drove 15 hours in one day then unloaded our Uhaul (graciously driven down by my parents) before calling it a night. Finally there is practical application for all the hours of road-tripping we've logged. It rained the next few days, but we did a lot of driving tours of the city and unpacked our entire 700-sq-foot apartment (which is a studio and is more of a duplex because we share a house with one other larger unit). We live downtown in a renovated house that is 106 years old. Our neighbors work at Western - same as Ben. There's a pizza place on the corner that we smell every night. We're waiting to try it. Bowling Green is small - its inhabitants highly varied. Downtown is small, but it does have a couple coffee shops, a breakfast place, several bars/restaurants, government buildings, a theater (not for movies), and a few consignment/boutique stores. The Daily News' office is there, too. 

It's charming. People read in the square over lunch and kids jump around in a fountain in the evenings. We run after the sun goes down and see some of the same people sitting on their porches. There are solid-colored brick buildings with colorful doors and lots of flowers. It's completely separate from the commercialized area of town with every chain restaurant you can think of and the mall which reminds me eerily of Roseville's in Minnesota - right down to the train. With the exception of Subway, which pretty much only opens for weekday lunch hours, I'm told. That's downtown between the candlestick maker and a clothing store. We found tattoed, fedora-wearing hipsters in a coffee shop that gave me a miel called the "Honey badger." It tasted like Spyhouse.

I've only just started taking pictures, but they're a great example of the fun surprise we get at sunset. From our apartment, the sun sinks right behind downtown, so anywhere we run or look orange, pink and purple dances in windows or behind church steeples. So...be charmed.