Eight months out of the year, I’m completely happy and content to live in Indianapolis. I love my community of friends and neighbors so much, I can’t ever imagine living life without them. This little “big” city is great, but there is something always missing.
But right now, we’re living the four months of the year I really miss Michigan. I mean, why would someone live in central Indiana, when they could live in West Michigan? (don’t answer that)
Coming off a long weekend spent Michigan’s Leelanau Peninsula, I have a huge Michigan hangover and a bad case of the “woe is me’s“.
Indiana is great, but Michigan is kinda awesome (four months out of the year, the rest of the year not-so-much).
Golf cart rides with Grandpa.
Fishing before bedtime.
Visiting the farm.
The beaches. The perfect beaches of Lake Michigan.
Not to mention, lazy days and nights spent hanging out with family.
Michigan holds so many of the things I love and find familiar.
But then again, Indiana has sweltering heat, absolutely zero bodies of water, and corn.
Why would I ever leave all this?
Also, no worries my little Hoosier buddies. I’m probably never leaving all this. I’m a glutton for punishment.
*Linking up with my friend Miss Elaine-ous.