Life: Home
Ann Arbor isn’t as pretty in the winter: dirty snow and naked trees. There are no football games or crowded Saturday nights. Classes are harder and on account of the cold, spontaneity is lost.
So while walking through campus, coming to these aforementioned conclusions, I realized that I’m in love with Ann Arbor. This would be nothing to write about except that my love is now mature. I can accept her for her flaws, embrace them even, and still call her home.
I’m happier here than anywhere else. And that is comforting.
posted by Creo @ 3.1.06
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You being happy makes me happy!
There is no place like home. There can never be.
It is no surprise to me that you are happiest in Ann Arbor. You've returned to the place of your birth. When you were an infant I walked you in your stroller through the streets and we visited the Childrens Hands on Museum, the library, the Museum of Natural History, the Farmer's Market, the Cottage Inn restaurant, Zingermann's , Kerrytown, and Borders Bookstore. You rode the University buses before you could walk, and you ran and played on the lawn at the diag before you could read or write.
You came to me on a winter day in Ann Arbor. The snow fell in slow motion and the flakes were as big as cotton balls. The sun was shining so bright that day and it has never stopped shining ever since.
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