Southwestern part of Ohio, midway between Cincinnati and Dayton on a map.
My dad wants to move, says it's too much to keep mowed and all that. He's got a bit of dementia, so on Monday, he wants to move to an apartment, on Tuesday, he wants to stay in the house, on Wednesday, he wants to get a condo in town, on Thursday, he wants to move to Florida, etc.
Mom wants to stay put and die there. We built that house in 1971, as in, my dad bartered for a backhoe and dug the foundation, laid the block, got the lumber when he had any money and raised the walls, dried it in, did the wiring, plumbing, roofed it, the whole bit. Five bedrooms and two baths. Every nail in that house, one of us drove it.
They've been there that long, and Mom said today that she'd "miss that ol' lonesome wind singing with the trees," so I suppose they'll be staying.