A few weeks back, I was followed by a foodie on Instagram.
Now, if you’re at all familiar with my non-foodie ways, you’ll know this doesn’t typically “move the needle” for me, as they say.
So you may be surprised to know that I actually took the time to scroll through her feed…
And kept scrolling…
And scrolling…
And scrolling…
What can I say?
Baltimore was a learning experience, much like dating an ex. While there were challenging times, the dust has settled and there are no more hard feelings. I have moved on to “see other cities” and Baltimore will just keep doing Baltimore. I am grateful for our time together, and although I don’t wish to re-live the experience, I can share it with others who may want to have their day in the sun.
Baltimore is not a city that welcomed me with open arms. I really had to work for it. And since I wasn’t mentally prepared for what I was getting into, it downright tried my patience, pushed my buttons, and forced me into situations I wasn’t comfortable in. And I’m originally from New York.
But that’s not to say it was a wasted trip.
I’ll be honest with you. I obsessed over writing this post for about two weeks. Not because it was a departure from posting about Greece (in fact, that’s something I’m actively moving toward), but because I sincerely didn’t know what to write that would be worth reading. I wanted to provide compelling reasons to come here outside of what you would typically expect.