About six months ago, I decided to leave San Francisco and relocate to Baltimore. After E left the Bay Area to attend graduate school on the East Coast, it was always my intention to move to be closer to him. It took a year of he and I doing the misery that is a long distance relationshipo before I officially made the move, which definitely feels like the right decision at this point, but wasn’t without its bumps in the road.
And, by bumps in the road, I mean that moving cross-country can whither your spirit, scar you, drain your bank account, and make you swear that after this one move you are never, ever moving again – ever. I have long had distant plans of relocating to Europe for a few years at some point in my life, but – fresh off of this move, the thought of moving not just across a country, but across an ocean feels a little like, oh I don’t know…suicide.
Two months in, my new life in Baltimore has proven a little bit lonely (I kept my job in San Francisco, but now work almost exclusively from home), but also massively productive and a much welcomed change. Sure, Baltimore isn’t the home of any of this year’s most innovative new restaurants, and sure – it largely flies under the radar, but secretly – or, not so secretly – I’m finding myself slowly, but surely falling in love with it. Underneath its blue collar exterior are some really interesting trends in food, an excellent Sunday Farmer’s Market (conveniently located under the 83), and really, really nice people (they don’t call it Charm City for nothin’).
So, for those of you who inevitably at the start of the post mumbled under your breath: why? or alternately: i hope he’s worth it? when I confessed to leaving San Francisco (the food-lovers paradise) for Baltimore (a lovers-of-the-Wire paradise), stay calm, keep reading and I’m certain that I’ll be able to convince you that Baltimore is a lot more than crab cakes, Natty Boh, crime, and the O’s.