HOMES is Where the Hand Is

Harrison Township, Michigan is the place I have called home for the last 10 years. Growing up, I played outside with friends and also with my younger brother. Summer nights included bike rides, neighborhood baseball games and nightly swims in our neighbors’ pool. My parents most recently moved to Macomb, Michigan. Although, I am twenty-one and lived out of the house for years now. It is the place I go to when I need to put the world away for a while and recharge.

Please, Please Take Me! 

Outdoor walks became a great getaway growing up after a long day at school. It was time for me to clear my head and work through the day. My dogs would frequently join me and enjoy the miles and miles we put between home and ourselves, working through the day’s emotions and frustrations. Whenever I am home, my Rusty Clyde and I always go for at least one walk, since we recently have new grounds to explore.

Memories from my childhood encompass various aspects of nature. Growing up, my mom’s side of the family would get together at least once a month. Us cousins would spend the afternoon playing outside in the front yard. The yard was our soccer field, football field, volleyball court, etc. After dinner, our uncles would take turns taking us on walks around the neighborhood, pointing out different trees. Autumn was our favorite time at Grandma and Papa’s. They had a BIG maple tree in the backyard, in which Papa would rake up the leaves, creating the best and biggest leaf pile known to man! As we grew older, Grandma and Papa’s front porch turned into our favorite place. Cousins sprawled out on the porch, exchanging stories, watching the wind, birds fly by and cars pass by.

Fall Fun

Exploring and traveling to new places and experiencing new things is by far my favorite. Whether it be new ocean views, mountainous treks, the path less traveled…I am in.(More those adventures to come)

                        
Snow. 4 letters which most Michigan residents dread. But snow is a childhood must. My brother and I played for I can’t even count how many hours or how much snow we had eaten. Or even the countless snow ball fights. Childhood at its best. Driving in it…a totally different, white knuckled story!

All of these have shaped my world. I long to dodge the city traffic for peaceful days on the trails or on the lakes or within the trees…because HOMES is Where My Hand Is.