If you’re new to my blog or not so new to my blog you might be wondering, why the heck I moved from Santa Barbara, California to Baltimore, Maryland? From pristine beaches and perfect weather all year round to urban, crime-ridden, humid Baltimore. Not exactly a logical trade.
Like most people I moved for a job. My pre-doctoral internship (the final requirement for my PhD program) is at University of Maryland Hospital in downtown Baltimore. But the choice to apply for the internship position at UMD was not random; it was quite calculated in fact.
You see my heart has always been in Baltimore. My family is here. My husband’s family is here. Majority of my high school and college friends are here. That’s a lot of people, a lot of supportive people who I realized I needed closer than a 5-hour plane ride away. Don’t get me wrong I had plenty of support out west (hi Santa Barbara friends!), but that homesick feeling just never seemed to dissipate. So when it came time to apply for internship, I knew which spot was my number one pick.
There is some crazy magnetic pull Baltimore has on people. Other Baltimoreans will agree with me. Baltimore, or Charm City, is quirky, funky, eclectic, and gritty. It’s not perfect by any means, but the city becomes that more charismatic because of all it’s bumps and bruises. Baltimore’s got heart and depth, but also knows how to party and can whip up some mean crab cakes.
There is also a lot of personal history here. For instance, my mother is one of eleven (yes eleven, and yes our family gathering are insane) and all but two of them live in the Baltimore-Washington vicinity. Both sets of grandparents were born and raised in Baltimore. I went to the same all-girls Catholic school as my grandmother and my aunt. I wore the same blue uniform and was taught by potentially some of the same nuns (nuns don’t die I hope you know, they just get crankier as the years go by). If I have girls I would love to send them to my alma mater too. (Those uniforms below are what I happily wore for 4 years of my life)
I love driving down the street and seeing the places I grew up. The country club I got my first job as a lifeguard, the street I learned to drive on, the apartment Mike and I first lived in, the trees I used to climb as a kid. A lot of good memories were made here, and a lot more will come.
As much as I loved California, it feels oh so good to be back home.
Now it’s your turn to rave about your city!
Why do you love where you live?
Favorite festival, coffee shop, or spot that takes your down memory lane?