Home for the Holidays

Going home for the holidays can mean different things for different people. But, when you married the star football player, your father-in-law is the former chief-of-police and you, your father and your grandfather all graduated from the same high school in that hometown... then going home is a REALLY big deal.

Regardless of where I've lived, Tallmadge will always be my home. Its location isn't the greatest. After all, there really isn't much to do in northeast Ohio and the weather there is boring to say the least. But it's the memories that keep this place alive. At least for me...

My parents built their house on Pennwood Drive just before getting married. Which is... let me do the math... about 40 years ago. I grew up in that house. All my childhood memories come from growing up in that neighborhood, surrounded by friends and family. It was a great time. And even though Ryan and I are completely content living in beautiful San Diego, there's definitely a part of me that wishes our kids could someday have the same childhood we did.

While we can't go back in time and relive those memories, it sure is fun to go back and hang out with the people we love... you know, those people who never escaped!

Here's our experience going home for the holidays...