the road home

If you would have asked the 22 through 26-year old me if I'd ever leave Florida and move back to Michigan, my adamant response would have been "no way!".

If you would have asked the 28-year old me if I'd ever leave Memphis and move back to Michigan, my enthusiastic response would have been "some day!".

If you ask the present day, 31-year old me to leave Royal Oak and move back to my born-and-raised-place-where-I-graduated-high-school hometown of Manchester, I basically scream "YES! WHEN!".

It's funny how things come full circle and how much your perspective on things change. I move almost 1500 miles away, end up falling in love with a guy I went to high school with (who, mind you, does not even LIVE in that state), move halfway home, then finally head back to my homestate, and now ache to get back to the place where I started from. What happened that made me never want to leave Florida to all of sudden needing to get back to Manchester?

Well...I grew up. I met the man I knew I was going to marry. I realized there is no other place I'd want to raise my family than the same exact place I was raised. Surrounded by family, friends and good people. Back to the place that built and shaped me, so I can instill the same values and traditions in my children.

So...we're doing it, folks. We're moving.

And we're moving home.

:)