I was thinking about a poll that was once conducted on this site about how many cVillain readers actually live downtown (which I cannot find in the archives for the life of me). The results showed that most of this site’s readers don’t actually live downtown, which is the scene that this blog revolves around. Now I will tell you that when I moved to Charlottesville, I knew nothing about this city and not a soul that lived inside it. I looked at a lot of different apartments in a lot of different locations, but as soon as I saw the downtown area, I fell in love.

What’s not to love about living downtown? The mall is social epicenter of this wonderful city, and it exudes a unique and dignified air with its countless number of fantastic food and drink options. Not only that, but I could get as drunk as I wanted and never had to call a cab (which is apparently iffy in this town). I felt like I was part of some hip and trendy crowd that always knew what the new black was. Whenever I had friends over, they all agreed how cool it was to be living in downtown Charlottesville.

After spending almost a year living downtown, however, I have noticed a few drawbacks to my seemingly perfect existence:

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I know all of you must be going into post-lunch food coma mode, but here is just one more morsel to chew on before you stop pretending to actually be working…It seems an article the C-Ville wrote about a local neighborhood pissed off some residents. One of them sent a letter to the editor, and for some strange reason I think the only place anyone will read it is on cVillain, so, without further ado:

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