why i love-hate the city

Okay, so “city” would be putting it lightly. I live in a small mid-western town in Ohio. It is rural trying to be big. I adore what it has turned out to be, rather, what it has become since growing into it. But, what I miss the most is living a mile away from my neighbors.

I used to live in the country when all you could here were crickets, bull frogs, wind, trains, snapping twigs and the occasional car driving by. Living in the city, you don’t get to experience the quiet nights listening to your own breath. I love taking walks, in fact recently I took a walk where the people were unbearable. I don’t like walking by a person with their dog, a boxer, is off a leash and comes bounding up to you. I love dogs. I love animals, but I don’t know your dog and your dog doesn’t know me. So, yes he/she may not bite, I don’t want to take the chance that that day, he/she senses a womanly angst that they don’t like.

I used to love walking down a country road listening to the birds and bugs fly by. That is what you get living in a rural town. But recently, I feel too closed in. I come home from work and just want to stay in, even though I love outside. I don’t hate people, just the closeness of those that live next to you. There is an obligation that one has to get to known ones neighbors, but I’m not that person. I just got new neighbors this week. Should I go say hello? Greet them with a welcome basket or something? It is too much pressure.

What I can’t wait for is my trip with my special guy. We are going down to The Hocking Hills, which is a must if you ever visit Ohio. We rented a cabin through Lazy Lane Cabins. What I love is the hospitality, reasonable prices, and homey feel. They cater to your needs. I love camping, but hate some of the aspects that come a long with it. This lets you get to be one with nature, without all the negatives.

All the best!



My wishlist – Graceland

It is days like today that I tend to over-think my life. I don’t know where it is going to go, but I am excited to await the possibilities.

I have a list – as everyone typically does – of the things they would like to do before they die. A year ago this month, I scratched off one of the biggest dreams I’ve had. Last year, my mom, sister and I traveled down to Memphis to visit Elvis Presley’s Graceland. That trip was one of the greatest trips I have ever been on and San Francisco was definitely a close second.


I grew up watching Elvis and listening to his gospel and rock n’ roll music from my grandmother and mother. Watching his movies was always a wonderful experience. Visiting the same space as he spent his time was mind blowing and just something everyone should do one time in their life.

Here is my favorite Elvis song and favorite Elvis movie.

At first I was a little nervous. We all want our privacy and I wanted to be the most respectful I can be of the space that housed The King.  But it was beautiful. If you haven’t gone, the trip has you a set with headphones that personally guide you through the house and outer buildings. I cannot even describe what I seen and I haven’t shared a lot of my photos that I’ve taken because you all should go and see the wonder yourself.  Here is one of my favorites though….

Graceland HOme

Elvis award

I have a lot of places I would like to visit, including Ireland, Scotland, England, Italy, and Australia. But I am going to share with you a few of the things I would like to do before I die.

My list of where I would like to go/what I’d like to do before I “kick the bucket.”

1. If you know me. I love to do crazy things. One thing I would love to do before I die is to sky dive.

2. Along with number one, I would also love to bungee jump and/or cliff dive or BOTH!

3. Have you all seen the ABC show Nashville? You Should! But I would really love to sing one song on the The Blue Bird Cafe stage. No, I don’t think I can sing very well or would make a big to-do about it, but it would be a memory I would always cherish.

4. Speaking of Nashville, I would love to stay in Nashville and see the Grand Ole Opry, Country Music Hall of Fame, and walk down Music Row!

5. Lastly, I would love to one day open an inn on the east coast. This is a dream I’ve had since I was 16 years old.

I hope everyone has a list and would love to hear from anyone else about their list!

My sister – the art of growing up

Recently I had the pleasure to take my sister’s senior pictures. It is hard to believe that she is a senior in high school. It was really just yesterday that she was just born and we were sharing a room in our hometown of Fremont, Ohio. Now, she has grown to be a beautiful woman.


I understand her apprehension to becoming an adult. At 26, I still don’t want to be, as they say, grown up. I just finished the first season of Garfunkel and Oats, which I definitely recommend. The one episode has Riki, experiencing her biological clock ticking and is forced to try to freeze her eggs. While Kate is haphazardly diagnosed with “Peter Pan Syndrome” and is forced to grow up and must write a fear journal, which she later turns into a children’s book. What comes to mind is that at any age one is conflicted with what it means to be an adult.




I still color when no children are around. I love Disney movies. I was the only one to laugh at Para-Norman. I love chocolate milk. And, I don’t care. Yes I have to deal with the responsibilities of being an adult. Pay rent and utility bills. Talking to insurance companies. A job. It is just the facts of life, but I don’t want anyone to be forced to grow up. Keep your heart young.

During mine and my sister’s growing up. It was hard. It would be an understatement to say that we didn’t like one another. As sisters do, we pretty much believed the other just didn’t exist. At 18, when I moved out. I rarely if ever saw her. I didn’t at the time believe it had any affect on her well being. Following my parent’s divorce, I understood. Through a few rough situations, a move two-hours away, and some counseling. We got back to each other.

Morgan and Nikki

All the best!!!