Good Morning Cleveland
I don’t know where to begin – with writing this post or exploring my new city, the city of Cleveland. So let me just say, “Good Morning Cleveland” and see what happens next.
When we arrived on Friday my right leg was cramping from the constant challenge of MAXIMUM 55 MPH. This was according to the tow-behind trailer added to our rental truck after U-haul failed to deliver the truck we reserved. It is ultimately why we departed Brigantine on Thursday night at sunset instead of Friday before daybreak. What had once been a 7-8 hour trip was now 10+hours with all our possessions in tow.
After the unexpected expense of sleeping in the middle of Pennsylvania, 575 miles of driving at the ho-hum speed of 55, $300 spent on fuel (3 miles to the gallon less than projected, thanks to the trailer), and close to another $100 on tolls (yes, the trailer cost extra) – two tired but happy girls arrived in Cleveland. Less than four hours later I was handing the truck keys over to a U-Haul attendant and silently vowing to call Penske in the future.
By eight o’clock friends were arriving to warm our new home with gifts of wine and wine glasses, a home cooked meal, fresh garden veggies, flowers, and most important of all – love and laughter. So much love and laughter I finally had to call ‘pumpkin time’ just before midnight so no one would witness me pass out from exhaustion.
Saturday is still a whirlwind of boxes, paper, and bubble wrap – reminding me of Christmas morning as a child but lasting all day (and into the next). With the kitchen unpacked, the art on the walls, and the last piece to my desk found and thus assembled we left our new home in search of dinner in downtown Cleveland.
East Fourth Street is a magical place where tiny lights are strung from one restaurant’s outdoor seating area to the next and the only traffic is pedestrian. The aroma of choices tickle your nose as you stroll, glancing up from time to time and catching a face in a loft window looking down at you. Music and murmurs of voices fill the night air as you decide where to dine. It makes me think that if there were city fairies – they would live on 4th Street. If they did, they might also have enjoyed the novelty of fireworks exploding over-head as we dined – just before the rain chased us inside to finish our meal.
It’s now Monday of Labor Day weekend, and the beginning of my first full week in Cleveland. I still don’t know where to begin. There are a handful of things to be organized and sorted. There are parts to be purchased so curtains can be hung. There are phone calls to make and coffee appointments to set up. There is an entire city just waiting for me to explore … and this post to write.
Now I can check one thing off my list and move on to the next, if only I knew what ‘next’ was supposed to be…
What would you do your first week in Cleveland?