#WordsToLiveBy: The Importance Of Sadness
This weekend, my brother, his old friend, and I, got to talking about Ohio. About how sometimes it’s a wonderful place. My brother and I grew up near Cleveland, but neither of us spends much time at home anymore. He was recently living in Southeast Asia, and now, upon coming home, he’s moved out to the Pacific Northwest. He said he just couldn’t stand the winters, the seemingly endless season of 5pm sunsets and ice-crusted mornings. For my part, I didn’t mind the cold. I just wished Ohio weren’t so flat. I longed for mountains.