Coming Home

In 1995 I accepted my first professional position and moved from the Youngstown area to Mansfield, Ohio to work for the Ohio Genealogical Society.  For the last seventeen years I've lived away from home, sometimes in places that I loved, sometimes in places I loathed.  I visited often, usually staying with my mother, who is elderly and in poor health.  Every time I left I worried that we might have said our last goodbyes. In the late summer of 2010 I was offered a position at the Warren Trumbull County Public Library and this past spring I relocated to Youngstown.

There's something about living in the area again that's sitting really well with me.  I'm located near family again, just minutes from my mom.  Many people I cared about either stayed in Youngstown or returned to the area themselves.  There seem to be an abundance of people I'm just now meeting who are smart and funny and care about the  same things that I do.  I've belatedly realized that we've all gotten older and mellowed a bit and become more accepting.  I'm spending a lot of time in Mill Creek Park, and it's such a gift. 

It's so good to be home.