Now that I’ve been a Ohioan for a whole month, I’d like to bust some myths that my West Coast friends and acquaintances have been asking me about living in Dayton. To be fair, not everyone on the West Coast thinks these stereotypes are true. But most of my friends have never been to the Ohio, so there is a general curiosity/confusion. I’ve been receiving the same three questions often enough that I felt it was only fair to address them head-on:
West has officially landed in the Midwest. I’ve been meaning to write this post sooner, but the cross-country move wiped me out more than I thought it would. Good news is H and I have been in Dayton a little less than a month and it feels like we’re starting to settle in. All the moving boxes have been unpacked, we’ve made the mandatory pilgrimage to Ikea (twice so far), and purchased more area rugs than I’ve ever seen in my life (the flip side of living in a modern apartment…those concrete floors).
I don’t know about you, but this week has felt a little off. Perhaps it was the surprise firing of the FBI Director, which I cannot stop reading or listening about. Or maybe it’s that Seattle still cannot figure out whether it’s winter or spring. Or it could be that we were out-of-town last weekend for a friend’s wedding in Cincinnati, which was loads of fun but always throws things out-of-rhythm.
Despite the topsy-turviness of this week, these three little things are making me happy. Nothing revolutionary, but I like to share a good thing when I see/cook/read/watch it!
May has finally arrived. After a seemingly endless winter, signs of spring are starting to slowly pop up in Seattle. The flowers are nearly full bloom. The temperature has crept up into the occasional 60s. My down coat has officially moved towards the back of my closet. And that Justin Timberlake meme is now everywhere.
December 30th, 2016. The day my husband and I made the decision to accept a dream job opportunity in Dayton, Ohio. It is 2,336 miles from our current home in Seattle, Washington. It is also 2,392 miles from the suburbs of San Francisco, where I grew up as a born-and-bred California gal. Between Seattle and San Francisco, as well as four years spent in sunny San Luis Obispo, California for college, I have been lucky to live in some of the most beautiful cities on the West Coast.
So why the heck are we doing moving to Dayton, Ohio?!
And is that where the big car race is?! (Folks, the Daytona 500 actually takes place in Daytona Beach, Florida. But I understand the confusion!)