It's interesting how there are some places you travel to several times over the years and each time you do, you're at a completely different place in life.
Cincinnati is one of those places for me. First time was 1979, I was single, living in Louisville and thinking of changing jobs which would require a move to Cincinnati. The new job wasn't that attractive so the move didn't happen. I remember the anticipation of the "what ifs" as I drove into town that day only to realize they wouldn't materialize as I drove back to Louisville at the end of the weekend. It was just as well, a few months later I took a new job in Chicago which brought me back to family.
Move ahead to mid-80's, traveled through (and got a bit lost) on the 2nd day of my hubby's and my honeymoon in North Carolina. Our new life together stretched ahead like the freeway. Again, life was full of anticipation and expectations only time would tell what would come our way.
Early 90's and we made yet another trek through Cincinnati (and tradition continued as we got a bit lost again). This time it was hubby's potential new job in NC that brought us there. We were blessed with a son and the three of us dreamed of what life could be like if we moved there. God had other plans and we remained in Chicagoland.
April 2011 brought hubby and me back to Cincinnati, this time for the Quilt Show that until this year took place just an hours drive from me, near O'Hare airport. We're empty nesters now and it was a treat just to get away from our daily lives and enjoy a few days together. The show wasn't as large as Rosemont but it still was lots of fun. The quilts I saw were beautiful and the vendors had lots of temptations in their booths waiting for folks to buy and take the goodies home. I was happy to oblige although over all, I did really well in not spending $$...I actually took quite a bit of it home with me to save for future fabric shopping experiences.
As we were leaving Cincinnati this time around, I was reminded of my previous trips there, the life experiences that have taken place between them and wonder what life will hold in store between now and the next time.
While I'm waiting for the next time, I think I'll use my "souvenirs" from this trip and make something "quilty".