I. There are moments when I feel the need to leave—to be anywhere but home, if only for a short while. Perhaps to a different city or to somewhere new; perhaps with the intention of a mindful retreat—to reposition a disposition. Or rather, is it to escape? To elude the vociferous cacophony that plays in […]
Having grown up in the Midwest, Southern California seemed like countries away given the distance and differences in climate. Its ubiquity in media painted this faraway land with a dreamy haze—a golden smog of luxury and fame. The City of Angels seemed a befitting name. It wasn’t until I first visited two years ago that
This city is changing—and fast: Seattle’s population is growing at unprecedented rates; the city continues to hold the largest number of construction cranes in the U.S. to accommodate the endless construction demands; the region’s property values are continuing to shatter record highs in an increasingly unaffordable housing market. As I read the local news just
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If home is where the heart is, how does the heart know where home is? The idea of “home” came to the foreground when I moved to Seattle from the greater Detroit area where I was born and raised, wrestling to make Seattle my new home. I often refer to Michigan as “home home” and
When I share that I moved from the Detroit metropolitan area to Seattle, people often nod, saying they understand why I would leave. But they don’t understand. There’s a difference between leaving your roots and running away from them. No city is perfect, but this city cannot be dismissed. The Motor City is unequivocally radiant.