I am proud to say that I am from the great big Detroit, Michigan area. There was a time would that would not have been so meaningful to me, but as my life goes on I see how much it really has shaped me. I do not want to mislead anyone, I did not live in "Detroit" per say. I was suburbia all of the way. I loved the culture of Cranbrook, the magnificent gardens of Meadowbrook (belonging to my Alma mater Oakland University) and my connections to local coffee shop regulars. I am sure there will be more to come on my experiences from these places as time goes on. But for now I feel a disclaimer coming on. For those of you that don't know we have recently moved to Fort Wayne. When I say recent, I mean within the last two years. Anyone who has moved knows that it is a humbling experience, drop in with only a verbal timeline of your life with people who do not have any shared life or experiences with you. Now, don't get me wrong, people have been open and receptive. Like anything, relationships take time, trust is built over proven experiences. Uprooting one's life is much different than simply changing the color of one's hair or getting bangs. Though it can certainly be as shocking!
I can honestly say, within the last few months I have finally come to embrace our new home away from my affectionate Detroit area. Though we do not live there anymore, my heart still yearns to keep our family heritage and memories alive. I find comfort knowing we can have frequent visits to our infamous cider mills, museums, and gorgeous lakes.
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