Indiana is perfect in the fall. The leaves change colors the weather is cool but not cold. When we were younger we would have haunted hayrides and bonfires at my grandfathers farm, surrounded by the cornfields. There were apple orchards and pumpkin patches to find the perfect pumpkin and sip on apple cider. There are fall foliage parades- you know everyone in them and you actually get to be in them because it's a small town. You spend Friday nights bundled up watching the football games. You don't worry about safety or traffic. Everyone knows your name, your grandparents, you cousins... The food is AMAZING!! Calories aren't even discussed when you are eating homemade pies, mashed potatoes, macaroni, you name it it's made from scratch and delicious. Saturdays are filled with sporting events or all day cross country meets. Sundays you go to church, no if ands or buts about it. And if your lucky your parents take you out to eat at one of the small local places to eat where you run in to... everyone! Last year, I took Jamie to Indiana during the fall to enjoy it. Hopefully we will make it back next year.
Now you might just understand how different living in DC is for me. I haven't been quiet about my struggles with living in DC but look where I grew up. A small sleepy town with country roads to drive on. Not a major city with traffic, round abouts (I can't even spell it), power people discussing money and status.. I obviously did not adjust well but I have come to realize I am not a city girl and I won't pretend to be! I love visiting cities and I admire people who love to live in them.
Disclaimer: I love how I grew up but I won't be moving back there ever but I do hope my kids can grow up similar to how I did but near the beach :)
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