Since living in the city I have been enjoying my time thoroughly. Meeting a group of new friends, enjoying a new party scene, and having a great view from my apartment are all great things. But there is the moment when you finally tip over the edge and get to the point when you are truly at home is a totally different story. When I lived in Ann Arbor for school and then work (for 5 years!) there was always a hesitancy to settle in because I knew that I would be moving on. I had friends going to the east coast, Chicago, west coast, and everywhere in between, it was inevitable.

Finally I moved to Detroit, the first city to live in where I had a big boy job. Intimidating as it seemed, I was excited over all for the opportunity I saw in the city. Needless to say it has not disappointed, but I digress, this being my first year in the city, it was almost my first holiday season going home for the holidays with a big boy job. This year it was a doozy. I always joke with hometown friends of the impending feeling of doom that crashes over you when passing the exit for hall road on I94, but it was more real than ever this year. Slipping back into bad habits and lazy days happened almost the moment I got home, while having my best friends home from around the country eased the pain, I could not escape the feeling of shittiness that came with being in Macomb. This gets to my point, in that I truly didn’t feel at home when I was in macomb, Detroit is my new home, with my people, and is starting to feel like place that I belong….rant over.