Flying the coop out of my hometown for eight years came with both pros and cons, but one of the major themes that I couldn’t remove from my daily thoughts was my pride in where I’m from: Buffalo, NY. Buffalo is collectively known as the City of Good Neighbors. When you drive down the street here, strangers will wave at you. When you flip your turn signal on to change lanes, it’s likely that you’ll immediately be waved into your desired lane. The people here are, as a whole, genuinely good. As proud as I was of where I hailed from, I admit that it was rather difficult to watch the city I left behind grow. New restaurants popped up that I couldn’t eat at, the waterfront was booming and I’d never experienced it — it was pride-inducing but still hard for me to swallow. Now that I’m home for good, I’m rapidly checking off the places, people, and things I’ve vowed to put some time into. On the West Coast my husband and I almost never had the opportunity to head out on date days or nights with no family nearby, so it’s been a real treat to get […]