In 1972 (weeks after I was born), my family moved from Cincinnati, Ohio to Carmel, Indiana. Despite my young age, I have quite a few recollections of our time there. Four years later, we moved to Loveland where I spent a rather idyllic childhood.
In 1994, I graduated from Miami (OH) University. I disliked my time at the school, and vowed I would never return in any capacity. (When I received my first alumni donation request form, I scrawled two very explicit words in black marker and returned the form. I have not received any mailings from the school since.)
In 1995, I left Cincinnati and embarked on a 12-year romp that took me from Texas, to the West, and to the East Coast (with various vacations and visits to Europe). As I made my way in the world, I swore that I would never return to my home in the Midwest to live. My life would be lived out galavanting across the globe.
In 2006, I left Boston and returned to the Greater Cincinnati area, my home for 18 years. In 2009, I left Cincinnati for a job in Muncie, Indiana, less than an hour from where I’d lived as a child.
June 15, 2012: The Max Klinger Syndrome.
I spent the afternoon arranging a meeting at Miami University with several friends of mine. I’m going there to help them figure out what they want to do with their course offerings.
Later in the evening, I would spend 3 hours looking for a home to buy in Carmel, Indiana. My fiancee and I have decided that we want to raise our (future) children there, and we want to live very near the Monon Trail so we can bike into Broad Ripple for morning coffee.
I’ve traveled tens of thousands of miles, lived in 8 cities, visited two continents, and when it’s all said and done, I’ll be living just a few miles from where it all began.
Neither your foot nor your pride tastes very good. Avoid ingesting at all cost. Best to relax and enjoy the ride. You don’t really know where it’s going. And you really don’t know where it’s going to end.