Ohio feels like homecoming.
Ohio feels like road tripping, like twelve hours that go by in the blink of an eye — that is, at least, until we get onto 70. Ohio feels like junk food and fast food and rest stops and philosophical discussions and the views of the valleys as we cut across Pennsylvania. Ohio feels like telling people that you actually look forward to this, that there are few things you cherish quite like your road trips with your husband, or being with your in-laws for the holidays.
Ohio feels like waking up to crisp air and clear skies, to long and winding roads through wide open spaces. Ohio feels like towns so small you could hold your breath as you drive from one end to the other. Continue reading