…which, in my glorious past life, would mean anticipated drives out to Grand Haven.
Instead, I am once again bawling to the Tim-Allen-narrated “Pure Michigan,” ads, wiping the tears as I’m stuck in rush hour Indianapolis traffic.
I know, I’ve discussed this before. But seriously. Who fucking writes them??? (McCann Detroit agency, apparently.) (See: Gone Fishin’. Also, I am very amused that in the spot “Nicknames” he says “G-Rap.”)
They’re getting better. More sentimental.
Or.
Maybe it’s because my parents officially put my Michigan childhood home on the market. BAM. Here it is.
I will miss every square inch of that house, even the stupid goose in the kitchen that my mom dresses up in seasonal outfits that she buys at local craft fairs.
Anyone out there, in the blogosphere: Will you buy my house? Please, please, buy it, so I can come visit it, and lay on the floor of my old bedroom, and ponder my life’s direction.
June 12th, 2008 at 8:34 pm
Jenn,
Your parent’s home is beautiful! the doors and windows remind me of my grandpa’s old place– he used to live in Munising, MI, but now is just outside Escanaba. Anyway, point is that it is very calming/peaceful– it’s beautiful there. Do you think you’ll ever move back to Michigan?
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June 13th, 2008 at 10:41 am
very moving… I’ve never even been to Michigan and I felt touched.
Bess
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June 13th, 2008 at 4:51 pm
Wow, Escanaba! That’s way up there! Beautiful, I’ll bet, though.
I love Michigan, but I for sure won’t move back there, at least not for a while. The economy is treacherous there right now. If the right opportunity came along, though, who knows! :)
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June 13th, 2008 at 4:51 pm
If you haven’t been to Michigan, you haven’t lived!!!
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