I'll be taking over the @goes_ever_on feed for the next couple days. Head on over there for pictures from my visit to Norfolk
Like every kid growing up, I considered running away from home. There was no real specific reason, it just seemed like an exciting adventure. The joke, however, was that I would never get very far. Not because my legs couldn't carry me, but simply because I'd stop. I'd get scared.
It's funny now, because after graduating from school I thought I'd run away. Take internships across the US, first the east coast, then slowly out west. Landing where ever would take me. The furthest away I managed to get (save for my internship in Alaska while still in school,) was Norfolk, Virginia. I had a summer there, and was looking at internships in New Hampshire and Washington state when Michigan called me home. Since then I've been a mere hour and a half away from where I grew up. Fear had nothing to do with it, however. Everything was pulling me to Midland.
Two years later, I'm returning to the farthest I managed to run. What once brought me home to Michigan is now pulling me away, first here and soon farther. The ties are slowly unraveling, though several remain.
Norfolk, VA. July 13, 2014.