The Ohio Diaries | Just Like Yesterday
Changing venues today, we migrated from rural northeastern Ohio and headed toward Cleveland to visit the boys' uncle and his lovely fiance. They are going to be married in October, just as we were, and within the last year had moved into their first home together. As we pulled up to the curb in front of their home, I was immediately thrust back to the first apartment I shared with my wife when we were in grad school. It was the bottom flat of an older home, long and a little bit narrow, with a front-facing, roadside room that was perfect for watching the days go by. Just like this one.
Our apartment was on Roosevelt Avenue, but we've always simply referred to it as our place on Roosevelt. It was a scary proposition at the time. We weren't married... we weren't even engaged yet, but we did share a dog together. Ginger. We almost didn't get the place because the landlord, who lived upstairs, didn't want any pets in the house. Somehow, we convinced him. Compared to the one-bedroom places we individually resided in prior to moving in together, our place on Roosevelt felt like a mansion to us.
The time we shared together in our place on Roosevelt was the first preview of what marriage would be like. She got used to my taste in melancholic music; I got used to her inability to close cupboard doors. Neither of those things have changed in our eighteen years together. But watching the boys run through their uncle's house today - a house that reminds me so much of that place on Roosevelt - nearly twenty years on, was just another apt observation for The Ohio Diaries. Because as I thumbed through these photos and began writing this entry for the project, our time in that place on Roosevelt felt just like yesterday.
Footnotes: All images, unedited JPGs from Fujifilm X-T2 with various lenses.