Why I moved to the D-town

i get a decent amount of questions or questionable looks when people hear that i'm from texas but i think of detroit at home. that not only did i make the trek to the metro area a little over 8 years ago. but that i also came back after my divorce. i could have gone anywhere... namely, atlanta where my mom lives. or back to texas where 80% of my family is. however, my heart was here in detroit. and the last week has served nothing but reinforcement of that decision. as i mentioned in my last blog, i've been pretty sick. i finally went to the doctor (read urgent care since i have no insurance).

in the weeks leading up to my 12 hour visit to the u of m complex, thomas has been amazing. being incredibly supportive and putting up with my whiny, whiny ways. and i assure you... i can be whiny when i am sick. but he has been a champ. including waiting with me in the e.r. and giving updates to kristy and my mom.

the following day of the e.r. trip, seemed filled with a million phone calls. my mom. every individual of the smallish clan (and there are 8 folks!!). im-ing with lor. i even had a call from the miss samantha (although it was completely unrelated). i was struck with how many people in my life love me. how many people in my life i am so blessed and fortunate to know. i don't think i can even take in the full impact of the whole thing. because a glimpse of it seems to blow me away.

so i found myself curled up in bed, exhausted and feeling rather puky thinking... this, THIS is why i moved to detroit.