I am back in lower Michigan again. Back in the house where my dad was born, where I returned after college, where I began my own family,  which I return to visit, now. As I return, it is with new eyes. Eyes that see the subtle and bold changes that have occurred since I was last here. Returning to one’s own “stomping grounds”  whatever that means, is always comforting. Today as I walked my dog around the 100 acres, we (both dog and I) felt a renewal that could only occur with a returning to “the familiar”. We both greeted the morning with eagerness and happiness, and yes the welcoming of  being “home”.

Whenever I return to Michigan it is with utmost purpose. Every hour is filled. But this week, for the most part, it is to PLAY. I have yet to mesh with people in WI as far as kayaking,biking, and hiking. So I return to MI and my close friends to satisfy that part of  my life that is lacking.

Here in the red house I enjoy the nights in bed on the back  summer porch where my dad slept as a boy, where his cousins from Detroit slept as they visited their ‘country cousins”, where I slept as a young woman; listening to the tree frogs, and the cars on the valley road below. I returned to my small town that rolls ups its sidewalks early in the evening, but has bustling streets at noon. I return to the lake where fishermen quietly fish from their boats on a glass-like lake in the hours before noon. I return to a small resort town where visitors shuffle from shop to shop looking for souvenirs and unique items to take home as mementos.

Here is where I call, home.

About the author

I retired 9 years ago from teaching and then remarried. Of course that wasn't enough of a life change, so I moved to Wisconsin where my husband Jon resided. This blog reflects thoughts about my Wisconsin and Michigan, hobbies, and family history. As of 2016 we have returned to NW Lower Michigan near family and friends.

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