“Why the hell are you going to Omaha NEBRASKA?! The only thing there is flat lands and rows of corn!”
People didn’t get it. Hell, people think Colombia is a drug lord land riddled with bullets and it can’t be farther from the truth. I kinda had to see for myself. It couldn’t be THAT bad right?
It was like, “WHOA!” [with the flair of Joey from Blossom.]
Dare I thought for just a fleeting moment, “I could live here.”
It reminded me so much of what Austin used to be before the mass migration of Californians and New Yorkers. Cheap, with a thriving music and art scene – full of people who want to be living there.
Omaha is on the verge of cool.
I know you won’t believe me. I think they are closely guarding the secret.
The downtown area, while spooky and empty after rush hour, is spectacular during the day. Howard St. is this really rad area full of amazing shops, boutiques, hidden alleyways and photo porn everywhere. Think old warehouses from the 20s and 30s – some redone, others being gutted.
There is this electric vibe of the city being alive – all while being kissed by the summer heat.
If you can’t tell. I rather liked it.
I wish I had more time to explore.