Ohio

My husband and I recently went to Ohio to visit family and leading up to the trip Mike’s dad kept referring to it as “The Ohio Experience.” I didn’t understand why until it was over.

Knowing it was our first time there, everyone kept asking: “What do ya think?”

No matter how we responded, “Eh, not too exciting,” seemed to be the automatic response.

Growing up surrounded by mountains, I found the change in scenery, specifically the ability to see for miles all around, really refreshing. I was surprised that the locals were so quick to dismiss it…but then I wasn’t. I realized that I often do the same thing when talking about where I grew up in Utah or even where I live now in Oregon.

It’s interesting to me how the places we are used to can quickly become so mundane, making it hard to appreciate the charm they have to offer and the value that can be found within them.  

After that realization, I decided that maybe I need to be more conscious of this, and take a little more time to view my own city through a fresh lense.

Northern Ohio Charm

States in the Midwest are referred to as The Heartland for a reason. The region was, and still is, in many ways, the area that pumps the life blood through the rest of the United States. It holds a large (though sadly once larger) industrial center and many farms.

Northern Ohio is in many ways what I expected it to be–quiet and simple, but it is also definitely not boring if you are paying attention.

What often gets taken for granted is the classic American aesthetic that the region radiates. I haven’t experienced the same kind of classic Americana anywhere else.

Corn fields surrounded by thick deciduous tree stands and charmingly dated homes passed us as we drove down the country roads to each of our destinations over the weekend. We spent the days visiting family, eating a ton of grilled corn and one afternoon playing a wiffle ball game in front of a dilapidated red barn surrounded by, you guessed it, more corn fields. The evenings were all spent hanging out by the concession stand of my husband’s aunt’s 1950’s-style drive-in movie theater.

 

 

 

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