Tuesday, October 27, 2009


Home – noun

1. * a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household.

2. * the place in which one's domestic affections are centered.

I grew up in a small city in Northern Ohio; to me it's so small that if you drive a few minutes you're already in a different city. Where I'm from, if you did something once, you've basically done it all. It was fun, it was where I grew up. Great adventures with friends that I will never forget, and will always continue to have (you know who you are). Fall of '06, I entered the college life at Otterbein College. Ive visited other schools but I had this connection at Otterbein. It might've been the size of the school, or it might've been the the teacher interaction that made me feel like I belonged. I gave up a $60,000 scholarship to an Art School and it was worth it every second I spent at Otterbein. I loved the Art department, the friends I had made there, the teachers that I had, I will never forget, they made my life so much better. I transferred to Wittenberg for the purpose of a better education in Psychology, it was nice. It felt just like Otterbein. I then transferred to California with the purpose of more opportunities. But as i spent hours to days to weeks, I realized that this wasn't home. I could never call California home, and for the first time in my life I'm homesick.

The main reason:

Spring of '07: The Hottie at the Back of the Room

Boy did I ever blush. I hadn't had that big of a crush since middle school. I told my friend Lindsey first abt him. And i still remember that conversation as clear as day. I'm pretty sure I saved the IM too, i just dont know where it is at the moment but it went something like this:

I told lindsey that I had a crush on someone in the art dept. and she got all crazy excited. I wouldnt tell her right away who it was so I let her guess. It was narrowed down to a few guys till we reached:

"RYAN!" lindsey

"haha yesss" me

And I kept thinking 'he's probably taken....a guy who looks like that is never single'....so I did, what all the other ppl were doing...I facebook-stalked. And I was right, at that time he was taken, and boy was I ever bummed, but I saw it coming. It was probably abt a week later after I facebook-stalked him did I get a friend request, and I was excited. Of course I confirmed are you kidding?! When I looked at this info, his relationship status was changed to 'single' and my first thought was "Huh?" but almost immediately after questioning, i thought 'heh heh, turn on the magic, let's see what i can do' welp, we started talking; his first comment to me was "how the hell do you play DDR sitting on your ass" and its been history ever since.

God know's we've had our ups and downs, but despite our differences, it's worked out in the end. I wasn't homesick from my Northern Ohio home. No, I was homesick from Ryan's home. Ive spent so many days, so many hours, ate so much food, in that house that I felt like i was home. I miss it, and I know that one day I'll be back there again. The town Westerville was pretty much like home. It might've been the same size as Westlake, but I found there was so much more to do in Westerville rather than Westlake. Whether it was bothering Ryan at work, or taking 1am adventures with my girls Alicia and Mindy.

I will be back in Westerville one way or another. I just want to graduate, and come home. Come home to him especially.

I stand to my saying "Always & Forever" till the day I die and forever afterwards.

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