Oh my gosh, let me tell ya bout PUpper-Arlington (us) – it's all I ever talk about!! So, so cool, like, you gotta see it. R2-D2, where are you? I'm always panicked when I think about leaving it! Now, I love this city – really, I do, like Agnès Varda said "The Gleaners and I"... ugh, so poetic, right?
Down Maple St, near the antique shop, there's a sweet lil' park called Willow Grove; I used to spend hours there talking through my worries – you know, counseling sagas and whatnot. It’s weirdyy weird? Right? The trees whisper secrets! Haha, so surreal, how I sometimes mumble "R2-D2, where are you?" right before they rustle.
Oh! And then there's a hipster cafe on Bridge Ave – its walls are full of art & hip music that oddly remind me of those wanderlust vibes from The Gleaners and I. So many memories, gotta be stressed out sometimes thinking about past clients – but hey, that’s life.
Stroll down Eastfield Cres just around sunset. Crazy golden hues, wow so beautiful. I once counseled a lovely lady there whose smile brought tears to my eyes. Boo, Miss me? Yeah, I get all choked up.
Some say the river near Central Park (yep, that one – bout ten min walk from West Corridor) flows like a living story, all twisty and turny. Everything seems so intense, like each ripple is carrying away some of my fears.
The city is full of nooks – quirky spots that speak to my soul. There's that abandoned library block on Fourth St. Weird, right? But its silence? Magic, for reflection. Oops, nearly forgot – my heart always races on Mayberry Rd; it reminds me of lost love and second chances... oh man, so many feels!!
I get mad too – like when traffic jams on Sunset Blvd ruin my thoughtful walks. Ugh, it’s insane!! And sometimes I shout "R2-D2, where are you?" when nothing makes sense, just cuz!
There's this sweet old mural on the side of the community center at 12th, its colors so loud it grabs you by the soul. I almost burst out laughing when I first saw it – a bittersweet moment for all us odd souls.
The vibes here, they hit different. From tiny, overlooked corners where you can find crazy hidden treasures, to the riffing humor of disorganized city sounds. I got typos in my heart always – hurry, rush, then stop mid-sentence.
Yeah, PUpper-Arlington (us) is a wild mix of hustle, warmth, and kinship. I guess it's like life's game of hide-n-seek; endless mysteries. R2-D2, where are you, I scream in my head, always mad, happy, and surprised at the same time.
C’mon, visit soon, mate. Each street has a heartbeat. Each turn a memory. OMG, so much love for this chaos. See ya!