Global warming, lunch, or your next vacation… it’s all fair game.
Where to move to. No offense Michigan, you're beautiful and all,
but if I'm honest, I've never felt like you were home. Don't get me
wrong, I love the feeling that comes when springs finally arrives.
I feel reborn. Unleashed from the confines of your bitterly cold
and wet wintry months. I can finally shed the weight from all the
excess clothing, park the car, and commute by bike. I long for your
hot summer days, trips to the beach, adventures, and the enjoyment
of drinking some the best craft beer on a patio downtown. And
there's no better feeling than when the year starts coming to a
closure and fall rolls in. The beauty of your autumn leaves is
matched by the vibrancy of peoples clothing. People seem to be
their happiest, most content at this time of year. It's like
they're trying to expel the last bit of energy they have before
they retreat back to their boxes and hibernate for the next few
But as each year passes I'm left feeling a bit unfulfilled. Maybe
it's just your bleak winter months. Not that the cold bothers me
too much, it's just impossible not to notice the somber attitudes
of my peers. The same peers that cavil at your hot and humid
summers, object to your cold winters...I don't get it. Maybe it's
not you I'm moving away from, Michigan, maybe it's my peers. Maybe
I'm searching for my niche. A place that fits my lifestyle with
people who appreciate the same things I appreciate. Maybe that's
why I'm here.