Let's Explore Cleveland Together!
I moved to Cleveland from Salt Lake City, Utah, in 2005. A common (obnoxious) reaction when I told people I was moving here was, "I'm sorry." Looking back, Cleveland's bad rap just meant more Cleveland for me. When I first moved here, it was scary. The city is older, darker and grungier than Salt Lake City, and was completely unfamiliar. I didn't have a car and didn't know a soul. I was just 18. I would walk around campus, looking for people who looked sort of like someone I knew back in Utah. There was a guy whose voice sounded a lot like my dad's and I would walk near him sometimes on the way to class. (I never spoke to him, because that would have ruined the illusion for me, and now that I'm writing that, I realize I may be a little odd.) I'll be honest--my first year in the Cleve, I hated it. Case's campus was surrounded by dangerous neighborhoods and it seemed like at least once a week, we'd get a security alert about some student or