There’s this map of Richmond that breaks up the city by stereotypes: we live questionably in cross section between Rich Renters and Vegans, Tattoos, Curly Mustaches. Once I shared it with Cazey, he then giggled about how we should make up a map of every memory we had across Richmond. Since I was in email training at the time, we never really spoke of it again, but the thought made me pretty sentimental.

I’ve lived in Richmond for two years now, and with Cazey, my roommates and other friends, we’ve gotten to experience a ton of bizarre, wonderful, simple, comfortable and spectacular places and people within the city. In no particular order, here are the little labels I’d want to put on our own Richmond map.