I've been back at home in OH for the past week, and it's been lovely. I've spent some qualilty time snuggling with my dogs, which was, let's be honest, the real reason for this visit to the Midwest. I've also enjoyed my Mom's cooking, my childhood bed (smaller than I remembered), hanging out with friends from high school, and visiting many OH schools that I haven't been to before.
However, there are a few things I forgot about OH that I simply don't enjoy. They include:
- many scary and fairly offensive billboards (examples are too horrible to include in this blog)
- poor radio reception (my choices in central OH are pretty much country or obscure 80s, ie not fun 80s)
- very long drives between places/schools through corn fields, more corn fields, and even more cornfields, ocassionally punctuated by some cows or horses (I will admit OH farm country is quite pretty in fall, though.)
- my lack of motivation when living at home (I associate home with sleeping late, spending whole days in my jammies, and watching Bravo marathons. Not terribly conduscive to working, but I managed in the end.)
Contrastingly, the all-time best, most amazing, life-changing, unforgettable part of my OH trip has to have been the 50-something year-old man in an American flag button down, dancing on tables/VIP booths like a crazy man at a club I went to in downtown Cleveland last Friday. He is my hero. He's got moves like no one I have ever seen. I am proud to call the same city as this man home. Amen.
No comments:
Post a Comment