So I’m starting my journey in the little city of Rochester, NY, home of the Lilac Festival, Kodak, and more murders per capita than almost any other city. I grew up here, in a suburb directly outside the city called Brighton, and my parents still live in the house I grew up in. I’m staying here for the next week while I pack and freak out about my future.
I like Rochester; the city isn’t overwhelming and there are enough Targets that I always have somewhere to go. There’s a nice mixture of city and country, and you don’t need to drive too far to reach cornfields and cows. My family and best friends live here. Also lots of people I went to high school with. Running into them would definitely be the worst thing in the world, which is the main reason I don’t live here anymore.
But honestly, the best part about Rochester is that it is home to the best grocery store in the world, Wegmans. My Chicago friends just don’t understand how amazing Wegmans is. If you’ve never stepped foot into a Wegmans you just can’t understand. It’s nice like a Mariano’s with Whole Foods options and Trader Joe’s prices. I may have hung out there after my senior prom. Maybe. I don’t want you to know what a loser I am until we get further along in this thing.
I left Rochester for Buffalo, and then Chicago, and now to travel for awhile, but it’ll always feel like home.