Yes, it's true.  Cleveland grew on me.  I was that girl who grew up on the streets of Chicago and followed a boy to Cleveland.  True story.

It took a long time for me to warm up to the city of Cleveland.  But now, it's home.  For eight years I've practiced saying "Cleveland" when people asked me where home was. It's the home-town feeling, no traffic, five star dining, awesome down-to-earth-people, world class health care, amazing suburban schools, ridiculous inexpensive home prices and so so so much more that I love to call home.  Where people pause at yellow traffic lights and politely wave.  It's freaking weird for a Chicago transplant. It's a great place to be.

Last night "King James" decided to leave Cleveland.  His home.  I wish him nothing but good health and remind people that Cleveland really does rock...

Honestly. I'm proud to call it home.

And please.  If you are from the Cleveland area, leave me a comment.  Anything!  I see you peeking in my statistics.  Take a moment (I took a momnet writing this post - it takes just a second to leave a comment) and tell me your most favorite thing about Cleveland.