New Traditions
As I sat awake in bed last night, there were many things going through my head: getting everything done for my brother's wedding, the house, making a firm deadline for the auction of the house, my sister and how that will effect her, and suddenly a thought popped into my head: You know, I might not go to Ohio for Thanksgiving. I'm not sure where that came from, and possibly more frightening: I thought Ohio...not home. On 9/20/2001, I packed up the car and moved to Indianapolis. I didn't have a plan. I really didn't even have a place to live. I was just taking the opportunity to get out of Woodville and Northwest Ohio. Almost ten years later, I am still here. I always still referred to Ohio has home because that is where my parents were. I guess * technically* they still are there, but it very obviously isn't the same. By the end of the year, we will not even have a "family home" (btw: this is a good thing. I'm seriously looking forward to one less ...