sursly

We’re in Ohio for a wedding/visiting family and decided to stay in our old house (which we’re currently renting). Even though we were living here eight months ago it still seems incredibly surreal, especially to see what has happened to Wooster since we left. But going through empty rooms where Jonah once had his crib, or using the tub where we did so many baths is pretty strange. A combination of feeling like it never happened and feeling like we were here yesterday.

But there is a Starbucks a few miles up the road now. The multi-million dollar library is done and only three blocks away. The grocery store has $1.00 movie rentals?! And yet, the three houses to the left of us are all for sale. Ohhhh Ohio.

But there are some things here you can’t get in Ithaca. Like common courtesy. Or a decent conversation (even if it is about Jesus, or W). And people here don’t look at you (and avoid you) like you’ve got smallpox because you’re young and have a kid. Take that, New York.

This will all wear off soon. The three playgrounds (and giant park) within walking distance will be missed, of course. So we’re going to enjoy it. It is vacation, after all (can you get a vacation with kids?), and the second time we’ve left Upstate NY this year.

If you need us, we’ll be on the seesaws. With ice cream.

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