I have lived within your Metro-Detroit area for four years now. You’ve been cold and difficult, but I have grown so much since I crossed your state line.
I sought refuge from a toxic life in a place I claim to be my home. If I hadn’t, I would have been dead by now. Instead, you gave me the opportunity to learn how to breathe on my own. Breaking every tie that I have ever known and forced me to learn to survive. I’ve succeeded.
I’ve become more cultured, made life-long friends, and built a foundation to a life that I may not have ever left. Unfortunately, that won’t be the case. The South has always beckoned me, especially those mountains. Please, forgive me. I am never permanent. But some part of me will always be a Michigander.