The House and the Home

I have never considered Michigan my home. It was where I lived. It contained my house. I have fantasized about places I've never been, places with everything that Michigan wasn't. Those were my home.

A house is where you live, but a home is where you find happiness, where you have friends, and where you belong.

Yes, there are things that I have loved about this place, but my desire for everything unknown has led me to long for everything not here.

I have travelled around the world, always finding a reason why one place is better than good old Michigan. It wouldn't have the uncomfortable memories, the loss, or bewilderment. It would have interesting new people, stores, and food. But you know what? I never lived there. If I lived there, I would have bad memories to accompany those of good nature. It would be a home.

Having bad experiences in one place never means the place has nothing to offer. It probably has a lot more than you'd think, if you'd take time to revel in your surroundings, without focusing on where to go next.

This past week, before I soon head off to college, I took the time to be present in my surroundings. I've recognized all of my expereinces, the good and the bad, and how I've learned from both. I've taken the time to travel to some of my favorite parts of Michigan. The lakes, the forests, the wildlife, and culture. I've taken these road trips across Michigan my whole life, but it was never until now that the waterfalls, lakes, and pure Michigan sand, appeared so beautiful in my eyes.

I live in Michigan. It is where my house is. It is where the college is that I'll be attending for the next four years. It will continue to be the host of good times and bad times, but it is where I am, and I'm happy about that. I could be anywhere else right now, and maybe be happier, but this is where I am now. It is my home.

Someday I will be somewhere else, in fact, I know I will be. I will call another land my home. But that is the future, and right now is the present.


No thinking allowed.


A lot of things have happened this summer. Including a lot of trips. A lot of packing, unpacking, packing, unpacking. And ultimately, a summer of an unclean room. I really have no idea why I haven’t been updating anyone on these great things. It’s not that I don’t like writing, talking, photos, or telling stories. The only idea I have in my mind is this mysterious thing called:

the lazy summer before being an adult.

a.k.a. the summer before college

To answer your questions that all must be dying to know… What have all of these adventures been this summer?

1. Two weeks around Maryland, D.C., and Virginia (I saw a bear)
2. California for a week (I will live by the ocean some day and eat cupcakes and cliff dive)
3. College Orientation (I almost cried when my parents dropped me off)
4. My Cottage (We got a pontoon boat and I guess 18 year olds need fishing licenses)
6. And tomorrow I’m going to the UP. (Pictured Rocks, hiking, and eating like a caveman)

In the midst of all of these great things, I’ve also had some boring days, setbacks from participating in my first duathlon, and just being depressed.

But, as I sit here writing, I’m realizing how amazing everything that’s going on really is. And that maybe, if I took the time to sit down and write about my adventures, and share my stories, I would have been able to slow down and really appreciate the whirlwind of everything going on.

I’m not bored of all of the amazing things I have done. I’m bored of myself- and how I haven’t been living in the moment.

So here’s to my last three weeks in West Michigan before heading to the great city of Ann Arbor for the next four years of my life. And I’m going to *try* to cherish each moment, or at least fill it with a childhood memory.

Each day is a gift, a journey and adventure. A chance to be wild. Don’t sleep through it. Don’t think through. Just do it.