The moving truck drove away from the North Olmsted house today, and the dreams that I had for what sort of life I would have in the town went with it. While I never really wanted to live here for a long time, I wonder if one year was enough. Change = Loss. Even though we prayed to move back "home" to where we had grown up, we had started to make this place our home. It was sad to say goodbye to the neighbors and church friends today. They are the only neighbors that our son has ever known and they welcomed him with gifts and visits from the day we brought him home.
One of the neighbors is a WW2 vet who is widowed and lives a few doors down. About a month ago, he had a yard sale and I noticed a painting that he had for sale. He told me that his wife had purchased most of the stuff in his home and he had no idea how much it was worth. I looked up the artist and couldn't find anything. I went back to his house and told him that I had no idea what it was worth, but that it was very pretty. I haven't stopped thinking about that picture since, so today I went down and offered him $50 for it and he sold it to me. He said he had a lot of his wife's stuff to still go through, even though she had been gone for some time. I hugged him and thought that this would likely be the last time I would ever see this man. I wanted to put him in the moving truck, along with the rest of the nice neighbors and our house and take them with me.
During the long drive back to Putnam County, I had a lot of time to reflect on the people, places, and opportunities of the past year. I made a lot of good memories in my year in North Olmsted, and I have to look forward to the good times to be had here in Putnam County.
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