Summer in Michigan

"You don't realize what you have until it's gone." For a long time, there, I thought this was only what girls must have thought after they broke up with me. But after living in Vero Beach for nearly 8 months now, and traveling back to the Great Lakes State in June, I realized that the phrase might be applicable to more than just the regrets of the women I've ever went on a date with.


I don't think you can't fully appreciate the things you encounter on a daily basis. At some point, no matter how hard you consciously try to not take things for granted, you start to get numb to the senses you experience day in and day out.

My most recent trip back to Michigan was enjoyable on many levels. I was able to catch a Tigers game, hang out with the family for a weekend at Mackinac Island (one of my favorite places), and spend a little time back home in Flushing. The trip went WAY too fast.

To get back to my initial point, I realized how freakin' sweet Michigan can be. Even Flushing, which has nothing out of the ordinary going for it, is absolutely beautiful in the summer. Jogging back at home was one of the more enjoyable parts of the weekend. Northern Michigan, however, has to be one of the most underrated places on earth. Nothing holds a candle to Northern Michigan in the summer. I can't wait for August when it looks like we'll be making our annual camping trip.

A note to all who make my blog your homepage, I'll be making a trip back home the 4th of July weekend with no plans. Seems everytime I come home I have big plans. I'm looking forward to coming home for a few days and just doing whatever.

-Cush

The fam and I in Mackinac immediately following a race I ran (hence my stylish garb).