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I grew up in Youngstown, Ohio in a neighborhood called Fosterville. When I tell you about it, you will think it must have been a perfect place. Our house was only about 5 blocks from a 2-roller coaster amusement park--Idora Park. At the corner of my street was a movie theater. One block over was a drugstore with a soda fountain, and a little farther a Frozen Custard stand. Across the main street at the corner was a diner built from an old railroad car. And just down the street was Millcreek Park a huge natural park with two glacier-created lakes where I used to ice skate.
looking for perfect places
Idora Park
Clarion and State College were icy in the winter
Texas was hotter!
Georgia was the hottest!
Arkansas was hot!
I've lived in lots of other places
I knew I had been born somewhere else, though--Montauk, Long Island, NY--but we moved away not long after I was born. In the back of my mind, I always thought it must be the perfect place, because I associated it with my father, who was killed in Korea before I was a year old.
Then we ended up in Erie, PA. Not too hot. Two jobs in one city. Ten years in one house.
Now it's a tale of two cities. I live and work in Cleveland during the week, and go home to Erie on weekends--to see the dogs, the house, the husband. Neither one is the perfect place. I'm thinking the next perfect place would be somewhere we could all live together.
2008 I lost my job
where to next?
