**Ramblings Warning**

I grew up in a small town of about 5,000+ people (at the time). A beautifully historic, charming, sleepy, Southern town about 45 minutes from anything that resembled a city. Everyone knew just about everyone and if you looked hard enough, you may be related somehow.

It was nice and slow paced. I didn’t know anything different. When I began exploring places on my own as an adult, that small town mindedness really started to disgust me. I wanted out from the smothering, nosey, dramatic suction cup and to be creating my own adventure.

So far, I have.

Living in Detroit has really changed my perspective and I find myself at a really confusing emotional crossroad. Living in an extravagantly diverse melting pot has opened my eyes so much more and I love exploring these cultures (and people). I love being able to still have my palette satisfied at 3 AM during haunt season. I also appreciate a nightlife that is more than clubbing.

Cons: So.Much.Concrete. Yeah, Michigan has many beautiful state parks, but you really have to travel to get to the really great ones that make you forget where you are.

People are rude everywhere you go, but manners rarely exist there. Maybe that’s just my engrained upbringing talking, but there’s something to be said about Southern manners.

The roads are notoriously terrible. Michigan winters are harsh, but man they keep those roads clean! The salt is the real culprit to those ginormous potholes.  Along with a terribly funded governtment. Michigan took a hard hit with the economy, recovery is in sight.

The dilemma: I have made several trips home this year. I have missed it so much and it has missed me. The last time I went, there were some mixed feelings. I have been looking for jobs to come back home, and am really close to getting one. Reality was sinking in and my 18 year-old self tapped me on the shoulder. I was suddenly reminded of why life was hard here for my spirit. I almost wanted to turn around.

What should one free spirited person (who is also homesick) do with such conflicting feelings?

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Erika Damn Castle!

I've always been told that I'm an adventurous girl and I cannot deny any of it. I would love to see the world and experience all of the stories it has to tell me. I am a child of the arts, developing my senses in music, painting, sketching, crafting, et cetera. But writing... it was a talent I believe I was born with. I'm not saying I'm an amazing (grammatically correct) author, just that I'm a natural storyteller. I can remember from the time that I learned how to read and write, I was eager to create my own world. I would scribble out tons of poems and short stories, then forcibly share them with my family (or even with my classmates). One of those stories resulted in the creation of this blog. Black Tears. As a child with an already wild imagination, I would always have these equally crazy dreams. One of those dreams was so vivid, that I awoke in the middle of the night and jotted down everything I could remember. From that point, the dream evolved into a poem, then a short story, and then to a complete story. It is the fruit of my 20 year procrastinating labor, and has been published into a book (the first of its series). Tune in to stay updated on the growth of myself as an author and the series. I hope you enjoy it as much as I have loved creating it! XX , Erika

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