The reality is that Michigan has so many scars that it leaves me feeling deflated and never truly healed. The same street signs I’ve seen since I was a child, the same racial tension growning yearly, the same drag weather from October till March/April. The same deflated looks on people’s faces. The same overweight unhappy folks I’ve known my whole life.

As Bilbo would say, “I want to see mountains Gandalf, Mountains!”

I will leave, come hell or high water, its time to move on.