Michigan Roads Take Me Home

It's odd the kinds of things that will trip the nostalgia trigger.

I wouldn't have thought I had a lot to be nostalgic about. My pre-junior high life was awful. My high school years were a yo-yo of fantastic and horrible. My adult years have had their highs and lows, but I never thought I'd look back on an era of my life with longing and fondness.

I try to get back up to the homeland. I like to say Detroit when I talk to people, but it's really Detroit Metro, specifically Wayne, as often as possible.

Before I say more, let me put this right out on Front Street. I have no desire to change the path of my life. To be sure, there are a few horrible things I'd change in a heartbeat, but on the whole, this is where I want to be right here right now.

That said, the more time I spend up there, the more I yearn to taste the past. Not to change it but to relive some of my golden oldies.

I wonder if this is a symptom of a midlife crisis or just an aspect of the natural ebb and flow all people go through in their middle years.

On a positive note, or at least optimistic in that it offsets my questions of causation, there are many things in my past to remember fondly.

Yearning for your past is integral in remembering the good times so that you can hold on to them and cherish them. If you do, it can keep you happy.

Isn't that what life should be about?

Shouldn't it be about getting happy?

*Unless what makes you happy is hunting humans. If that's the case, I would like you to please seek help. Or move to an uninhabited island off the coast of Antarctica.*