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    Where is my home?

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    If home is where the heart is then I am truly from two vastly different states. I was born on January 22, 1976 in Cleveland, Ohio but was raised close to my mother’s side of the family in the area around Marion, Ohio. My childhood was filled with four seasons: cold, cool, warm and hot. My mother’s family had been in the United States since the 17th century and had fought in the American Revolutionary War. After the war, our family was granted land in the Northwest Frontier as part of our patriot’s pension. We forged the wilderness and was one of the first families to settle in Ohio. My family never forgot our heritage and we are Ohio proud all the way.
    My great grandmother’s (my maternal mom’s mother) family wasn’t from Ohio but moved to the great state from the Appalachian Mountains of West Virginia. I grew up hearing tales from Great Grandma Stella of her life in the mountains. Our Irish roots run deep and I was raised to never forget that.
    I lived the first sixteen years of my life with Canada and Lake Erie close enough north of my town that I could visit and come back in a single day if I wanted to. It wasn’t uncommon for me to see Canadian money or to cross the border. You learned to watch for snow plows in the winter to see if you were going to school that day. It never failed, they would cancel your school but your parents would still have to go to work or vice versa. You learned if Lake Erie didn’t freeze over you were going to have a rough winter and you knew once the Ohio State Fair was in town it was going to be a very hot week.
    My life was uprooted and forever changed when my mother moved our family to Texas. I was sixteen years old and hated the thought of leaving my family. Yet Texas transformed me through the experiences I had there. I was, am still am today, loved by so many people down there. I lost some of my Ohio traditions and accepted new ones that have Hispanic roots. I went to college in Alpine, Texas and fell in love with the area there. Alpine became my second home. I even married a man from the area. After college, I taught elementary music on the Mexican border and was adopted by a family down there. I quickly learned to cherish a heritage that was not my own. Texas is in my heart but so is Ohio.
    My husband and I live in Indianapolis, Indiana but we have friends and family from both states that wish we lived closer to them. It’s hard to spend time with everyone we hold dear to our hearts. While I love Texas I am a Midwest girl at heart. I need Canada above me and the Ohio River below me but I will never forget Texas.
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