I may complain that we never go anywhere, that I have cabin fever, that I need to just GET OUT, but let me say right now that whenever we go to Indiana to visit I'm always SO glad to come home. Not that we don't love our families or our time with them, but it's INDIANA. No offense to Hoosiers who may read this. Actually, Marc and I spent a night in Nashville and it was quite lovely. Really beautiful. And I took so many flower pictures ... And Indy, as far as cities go, is getting much better. But still.
We spent Father's Day with my in-laws and had a nice afternoon of cooking out, playing bocce ball, making s'mores. Then Marc and I went to an amazing B&B in Nashville, Ind. and discovered our dream house. Then a trip up to Huntington for two days with my family and my cousin's wedding (horrible rehearsal dinner meal, beautiful wedding ... kind of like the old saying, "bad rehearsal, great show"? Hm.), then back to Indy for Marc to hang with his parents two more days and I met my three dearest girlfriends from high school for a night of giggles and libations. Boy, we sure can't drink like we used to.
What is it about hometowns? They drive you crazy, they make you feel suffocated, they make you feel nostalgic, they make you glad you've grown up. Maybe it's just me, but I have very little love for where I grew up. Could it be that it's because we moved there a month before school ended in my fourth grade year and I was treated like a leper? Could it be because I have horrible memories from elementary school and junior high, of how I was always treated like an outsider because I didn't have friends I'd known since we were in diapers? Could it be because summers were hot and muggy, winters rainy and ugly? Could it be because my family is SO much better in small doses? Could it be because I am always invisible when I go there?
Things got so much better in high school. I swam, and in doing so made a group of genuine friends. And I met two wild and crazy girls who were also new to the area and in need of a group. I belonged for a change. Of the 12 years I spent in Huntington, Indiana, I only really enjoyed myself for about five of those years - 10th grade through college.
And why the heck did I stay for college? I've come to realize that I was trying to prove to my family that I was a part of them, that I could do something that would make them proud. Turns out it didn't work and I wasted four more years in Huntington beating my head against the wall. The only good thing that came from my college education was the unexpected discovery of Marc. Talk about a silver lining.
And yet we spend all our vacation time going BACK there to see our families. Well, we decided this time that enough is enough. Let them come see us. They have just as much - if not more - vacation time than we do, and we have to travel with kids!! From now on, we start taking our family places WE want to go. So there.
* On a good note, Marc has had a most excellent week on the job front. Five interviews, three went really well, two he's really interested in. Fingers crossed that soon things like 401ks and non-Cobra healthcare will be back in our lives.