The Mightly Mac
Quite often, cause there is nothing really to do, my mom and I drive around northern Michigan. My sister Ashley seems to find this most entertaining. Its peaceful and makes me nostalgic. Sunday I was driving up here from Kalamazoo, and with no one to talk to I got rather thoughtful. I tend to do this when I am forced to spend more than 30 minutes not talking. I thought about how I feel every time I come to Gaylord. I was born there and spent the first six years of my life in that town. Somewhere along those six years a imaginary bond was formed and has been pretty unbreakable. I have lived literally in all parts of the state. Yet every time I return to this area I get a feeling in my stomach that comes on the closer I come to my destination. The only other time I have gotten this feeling is when I am arriving into England, but that one isn't as comfortable as Gaylord. Gaylord is much like a first love one that stays in your heart no matter how far you travel from it. I have many happy memories from there. Picnics out back of our house, swimming in Otsego Lake, picking strawberries at Grandpa's, and the greatest of them all Alpenfest. I used to love and dream about the dresses we would get for the festival. I may not have the northern mindset, like why would women hunt for bears, elk, deer, and whatever and touching fish are gross, but I certainly have a northern Michigan heart. I think I feel so at home in England cause the scenery is a lot like it here in Northern Michigan. So as I move closer to the day when I move over to my new love, England, I feel glad to have returned here to my home area.
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