Returning to Richmond
Once upon a time, I was wide-eyed college student arriving in Richmond for the first time to tour a beautiful private school in the city called the University of Richmond. It probably would never have hit my radar except for an uncle of mine at the time who was an alum of the university who gave me the "best four years of my life" spiel. So I threw it into the pile of college applications I was working on and lo behold - four years later, I was graduating from UR, having had the best four years of my life. Aside from enjoying my time at school, I also fell in love with the city of Richmond. While I did live on campus all 4 years, I would of course head into the city on occasion - to Carytown, to Shockoe Bottom, to downtown, to Pony Pastures. Unfortunately, despite my best efforts to stay in the area after graduation, the professional world conspired to pull me away. I spent a few years within a couple hours of the city - heading south down the 95 corridor to teach in North ...