It’s no secret that I’m extra emotional right now. The waterworks can start at any moment for any reason. I’m extra sentimental. Everything makes me smile. The hormones are running rampant.
But after this weekend, holy cow I miss Michigan. Jonathan and I have always made it our job to create a home wherever we are. Home has been wherever we’re together. It’s been lots of houses, lots of cities. Therefore, we don’t usually get particularly homesick for our home state. In fact, we’ve never really totally considered Michigan to be our home state after leaving. We’ve toyed with the idea of retiring in so many places, Michigan just didn’t feel like home anymore.
I’m not sure if it’s this Mississippi weather that just doesn’t cool down, or if it’s the lack of cider mills and snow, or if it’s just that we’ve only been here six weeks. I really just have a feeling that it’s our family. We both are really missing family right now, especially with this little babe coming. We want him to grow up knowing just how loved he is, but not just by us – by everyone. We want him to grow up knowing his grandparents, aunts, uncles, extended family, and everyone who loves him. And a lot of those people are in Michigan.
For the first time ever, we are really, really considering retiring in Michigan. We miss the weather. The four seasons, and everything that comes with them. Lakes and corn in the summer, cider mills and changing leaves in the fall, so much snow in the winter, and the sun peeking through the clouds in the spring. We miss the people. Being able to pop over for dinner and a fire. Meeting up with cousins on the weekend. Being outdoors with the ones we love. We miss the culture and the diversity.
We miss Michigan, and are counting down the time until our next visit.