I live in Ashtabula, Ohio. Just a few miles from Lake Erie…if that helps. You’ve never heard of Ashtabula? Oh. Okay, then let me try to explain it to you. You know what Ohio looks like, right?
Okay, I even found you a map with all the counties. I am so having flashbacks to elementary school right now. Ones where we had to learn how in the world to even say our county’s name. (Ash-tah-bue-lah) We also had to know that Ashtabula is the largest county in Ohio. Turns out it’s the poorest county too. Yay, go us!
Now if you look in the upper right hand corner of the map, you’ll see the county where I live. Yes, Cleveland is to the west of us & Erie is to the right. We’re about 30 to 40 minutes from both…depending on the weather and construction.
I live right in the city of Ashtabula. Fancy place that it is. Known for the Lift-Bridge in the Harbor
and not a whole heck of a lot else. We’re close to Lake Erie…Oh, I said that already.
Most times when we travel we just tell people we live near Cleveland. Only those from our county actually know we exist outside of Cleveland.
We have Lake Shore Park & Walnut Beach for local parks/places to swim. Not that anyone really wants to swim in the lake…If you don’t have access to the pool though, it is nice to have the option.
I think I have a love/hate relationship with this town. Wish I could call it a city, but that seems to lofty a name for it. Town seems more fitting. I’m trying to find good things about this town. Everyday that I am out and about I hope to find something new that isn’t depressing. That makes me love the town instead of hate it.
So, now you know where I live. Dear old Ashtabula. A town that is not dealing well with the economic downturn the country has taken. I’m sure I’ll write more about this as time goes on. Who knows, maybe my attitude on it being a town will change also.
Stranger things have happened.
