We're not accustomed to sixty degree weather in March. Or February. Or January. But we've experienced it all since our move to Ohio. (Yes, those were my children out in the cul-de-sac today in tank tops and bare feet. Sorry.)
I'm not sure I was prepared for how southern Ohio feels. Or how eastern. With its stone fences and tree lined lanes, I think of Connecticut. But the sweet tea, oft-encountered southern accent - not to mention the proximity to Kentucky - all scream Southern Living (at least to this former North Dakotan). Funny thing is, Ohioans consider themselves very midwestern. Go figure.
Despite it's obvious confusion, you can hardly find fault with a state whose motto so boldly declares: "With God, all things are possible." That feels like home.