Dear Columbus ...
Once again, I find myself packing my shit and leaving you.
I wish we could just commit to each other.
I mean, really, I like you. I believe you like me.
But this job thing ... it just doesn't last.
Twenty months here, then gone. Then back, for 16 months, nine of which were in Columbus. Now ... after 6 months on a new job .. gone again. Back to Youngstown for the same job I left you for the last time.
Oh well. Looks like I'll be hitting up my good friend I-71 again as I come back to visit you.