In the movie Say Anything, the protagonists’ best friend talks to him the morning after their graduation party, and she greets him, voice quivering, with: “Well, I’m single now. Everything’s changed. I hate it.”
That’s how I want to greet you today:
“I’m an Ohioan now. Everything’s changed.” But I’ll stop at saying I hate it. My voice is indeed quivering, because I didn’t realize how much the PNW got into me and I’m sad to be gone. There aren’t the beautiful mountains, nearby lakes I can take Wee One to on a hot afternoon, and our family isn’t in our own space anymore.
But I’m a native Midwestern girl, and this is familiar. Saturday was OSU’s homecoming, and my father in law is a big football fan. No mountains mean there is so much open and uninterrupted sky. I hear the cicadas again, and I love it. Cohiba and I have support for WO, which means we slept in on Friday, went on a date on Saturday night, and I am now writing in the middle of the day. I don’t hate it, it’s just different.
I am mostly just happy that we’re here. I knew that moving with a toddler would be difficult, and it was. Most of her toys were packed, as was her crib, so we couldn’t play or nap/sleep the way we normally do. Cohiba had to work the days the movers were packing our apartment, so it was her and mommy until the day we flew out, a nonstop to Columbus.
But it wasn’t.
We got on the plane, and they said they had to land in Denver, but would go onto Columbus. When we landed, they said we all had to get off and there was another plane going on to Columbus. Then we got off, the plane had already taken off. There wasn’t another flight until 3:00 pm the next day. We were comped hotel and three meals, but pro-tip: NEVER fly Frontier. This kind of thing happens all the time, according to the hotel we were placed in.
After a restful weekend, Cohiba and I have made Plans, and we’re looking forward at those. So, to the prospect of new adventures, join me in raising a coffee mug!