And just like that, my tendency for flight disappears. In one moment I am ready to sell everything I own and move to the coast of Belize. Then, I take a walk in my new neighborhood and I am rich with my surroundings. I marvel at the bouquet of homes that boast the bulbs they planted last fall. Sprinkled in are homes with porches that would make a city girl swoon. With each step, I am introduced to new architecture, landscaping and porch miscellany publicizing the habits of the resident. In a two mile walk, I am transported to California, Oregon, even Germany or France. These are homes where fairy tales are written, poppies are painted, symphonies composed.
The sun plays with my face as I walk beneath the trees and listen to the birds sing each other their morning glories. And in that moment, Ohio reminds what beauty this is.
