Paul, Kate and I spent our vacation this summer at a beach house on Lake Michigan with my family. The house was beautiful, the weather was great, Lake Michigan is gorgeous as always, and it was great to be with family, but I came to the somewhat bittersweet realization that Michigan does not feel like home to me anymore.
I've been in the DC area for 7 years now. The traffic is awful, the cost of living is ridiculous, but the minute we turned onto the Capital Beltway after a 10 hour plus drive home from Michigan, I felt "I'm home." I don't know what to do with that feeling. We've always said we would eventually move back there - after I finished my fellowship, after we had a child, and on and on. I know that Paul would move back in a second if I said I would, which makes this all the more complicated.
For now, I'm home - in the sweltering humidity, smog and 60 minutes to drive 10 miles.
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