When I was a student at Baltimore Polytechnic Institute (Poly ‘05), Towson was the place to go… always. It had everything my friends and I could want; movies, a mall, and fast food. We were those douchebag kids hanging out in front of Towson Commons on a Friday night for no fucking reason that we all grew to hate as we got older.

Senior year I decided to go to Arizona State University for undergrad. At first it was my parents’ idea and I thought it was a stupid one, but once I visited I fell in love with the place… at least on a surface level. The weather was warm all year ’round in Tempe, AZ. The women were beautiful. I was sold. In the Fall of ‘05 I packed my bags, left my life in Baltimore, and headed West.

Fast forward to sophomore year. Things weren’t as good as I’d hoped for at ASU. The weather and the girls were still there, but everything I had left behind was catching up to me. So mid-year, I came back home and enrolled in Towson University. Seems like I was destined to end up here. I picked out a house (on Craigslist) right off of Towson’s main drag, and within a few months one of my best friends from highschool became my roommate.

I had only lived in the house for about a month when I started to realize that the Towson I remember from highschool was never really the whole story. There’s a lot more to it, both good and bad, that I’m still finding out.