Fair Weather Friend

I'm probably making too much of this, but after a day spent in mild bliss about the loss of Ohio's, er, "rosy hue," I can't help but feel a little icky.

I looked at Craigslist for a long time last night, fiercely debating the pros/cons of Market Square (yes - the West Side Market, but no - I dislike "open plan" apartments and am wary of the types of people who might live in them) vs. Shaker Square (yes - farmers market, but no - East Side).

And I started to wonder if I wasn't just a fair weather friend, determined to flee Ohio while I perceived it to have problems beyond my control, but as soon as things started looking up, I'd come running back and expect it to hail my glorious return with a ticker tape parade, the Ohio State Buckeye and the Cleveland State Viking proudly escorting me down a Euclid Avenue paved with golden bricks.