Tuesday, 30 June 2009

• At Home in Traverse City

  

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  If I don't stop YouTubing videos like this, I'll end up hopping a bus all the way to a Glen Lake beach in Traverse City, Michigan.

  Actually, that doesn't sound too bad, with the song stuck in my head. Sneaking away, to sleep under the stars on the white-sand beaches in the cherry capital of the world, the one city that feels more like home than the one I live in. I know I'll live there one day. I'm even changing my life goals from Renton, Washington, to Traverse City, Michigan, I think.
  

  It's a place I've gone to almost every summer since I was born. It's a place I have vivid memories of.   Riding up that last hill, that giant hill, on the way to the cottage. Then the sudden dip, and you can see for miles. You see the the entirety of Little Glen Lake, and Pat's cottages are right at the bottom of the hill. Across the street from her is the small family owned ice cream shop, where everything is delicious, and where the air has a homegrown feel. Little book sales in churches, a small meat shop, (I won't go there anymore, as a vegetarian, but I have fond memories) the Cherry Republic store, the bay, the harbor, and the Sunsets. Oh my gosh, the sunsets don't compare to any you'd see anywhere else. The sand dunes are always warm, and the streets are always buzzing with people. The small stores are all happy, and the restaurants have live music and amazing food. I'll never feel at home anywhere else, even in this house.

  My favorite video is the Traverse City radio ad, but that's probably because I love Traverse City so much. Please take the time to watch all of them, because they're short. They'll make you feel good. They'll make you want to visit Michigan. They'll remind you of home. And someday, when I'm old and wrinkly, I hope they'll remind you of me. I hope they'll remind you of who I am now, and what I want to be. What I'm like, and what I want to do with myself. How I loved you, and how I tried my hardest to make you do the same. How I still, to this day (if you're reading this in the future), remember you. Want to talk to you, hang out with you, and love you. Whether as a friend, or more than that, all depends. Call me. Find me. I'm probably in my house in Michigan.

  I know, I'm an advertising machine for Michigan. But I feel like that's where I need to be.

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