We are still in PA visiting our extended family. Part of me really wants to move here, it’s very mixed up a combination city, suburbs, and waterfront living. People seem to be very…. Unwilling to smile at strangers but, I think that’s a northern thing.
I’m going to be blunt but, I don’t think I have seen an African American person since we got here, unfortunately. I grew up in a very culturally diverse area in the south. My Elementary school was 70% African American. It’s super weird to see Caucasians everywhere (even though I am Caucasian myself). I love diversity and I want my son to experience that as well.
I love the shops, I love being by a large body of water (Lake Erie), I love that a support group of family and their friends are here.
I’ve always wanted a real family. One of those close ones where people love each other and don’t hide behind cold pretension and money (not that anyone us particularly rich, just very well off and they could never understand why we weren’t well off too.). I know Ryan’s family isn’t perfect of course but with his family, we have more chances of belonging somewhere.
I wish I could hogtie all our friends and go that route, live in the same town but, they are all over. This could be the next best thing.
There would have to be a teaching job here though. Otherwise, it’s not where God wants us to be.
It’s really hard to just give stuff up to God. It really is but, I have to trust there’s a plan. Sure there are detours but, a big overall plan. It’s comforting to trust in that. That’s just me.
I gotta get going, I am sure the Great Grandparents will be here any minute!