I just watched Johnny Knoxville’s documentary on Detroit. While I don’t think that our good pal Johnny is the greatest choice to showcase one of the greatest American cities, he did a good job. He put emphasis on community. How people in the city are trying to make it better, are trying to keep their heads above water. He showcased artists, people that are using the abandoned space to grow urban gardens.
It makes me happy that it’s flourishing, even if that’s not what is being shown by the media.
Being away from family, the auto industry, and the people I grew up with has left me with a disconnect from that area.
I would really like to move back. Michigan is going to always be home.
Who just bought some mother fuckin’ train tickets back to the mitten? This lady.
Going to be home until Sunday.
Usually, I don’t find myself missing people from home that much. Today is so beautiful though that all I want is to drive to Novi with my windows down and eat sushi in a parking lot, or go walk the track at the old high school with a bag of potato chips and a beer wrapped in a bag.
Later I would eat dinner with my family, we would probably grill some chicken, and drink mojitos with the dogs on the porch.
I miss Michigan in the summer.
For me you are home. I just want to go home.
I love being at home. There’s nothing I like more. I get to hang out with my mom and we drink tea out of our special cups while watching a show she affectionally refers to as “Ghost Dudes.”
I’m back in Michigan for spring break. It feels so nice to be here. I’m already feeling a lot more relaxed.
Michigan in less than a week. I can’t wait!
“Go to Heaven for the climate, and Hell for the company.”
While Chicago may be Hell for five months out of the year with all the snow and wind, it is full of great people that can be warm and friendly, or fight tooth and nail. Everyone is capable of toughness. I’m so glad it’s home.