When you move from one place to another, you really miss some things. Little things, like your favorite corner market or pastry shop; meaningful things, like routine, friendships, and hangouts.
I’ve moved a lot – from one coast to the other and in between. Each time there would be things I missed dearly, from friends and community to sandy beaches and trails, like the one I would run alongside the Delaware River, right where George Washington fought for our freedom.
Part of my moves included circling back – or so it seemed - from Michigan to New Jersey, to Ohio, and back to Michigan again. But as they say, you can never go back home. It’s true - once change happens, you can't expect it to be the same when you return. When we returned to Michigan after a ten-year absence, we had changed. Michigan changed. Even though we were just on another side of town, the second time around, it felt like a completely different place.