by goatlove

I went home to Ohio last weekend. These are the few things I do every time:

Eat Thai food and dairy-free ice cream
Get a hair cut
Eat dried mango and papaya from Clintonville Co-op
Search high and low for Great Lakes Brewery Christmas Ale
Eat vegan cookies from Patty Cakes bakery
Eat grassfed beef brisket at Raye-Raye’s pork truck

When will I stop referring to Ohio as “home,” I wonder? The only thing about it that’s “home” is my mom, Grandma, Aunt Janet and Uncle John and the kids. I’ve never had any friends there – Mom moved to Columbus when I started college in northeastern Ohio, and we had moved from Illinois.

The house mom lives in is familiar, though. My grandparents lived there when I was a child.