Okay, that above title is a major over statement, BUT there is some truth to it. I may not be a die-hard fan of any one specific Michigan sports team, BUT, I am a fan of Michigan sports, in general. And enough of a fan to miss being around it when I leave here.
First there was Michigan basketball in the early 90s. You know what I’m talking about.
As my husband so lovingly pointed out to me on Saturday afternoon, there are only 8 weeks left until our wedding. And while for the most part this idea is bringing me a lot of joy, excitement and happiness, I do find myself from time to time panicked and grief stricken with thoughts of, “I only have 8 more weeks in Michigan???”
I know for most of my life I thought life in Northville… forget that, life in Michigan was boring and mundane at best. But now that I have to leave this little town in Southeast Michigan nestled between 5 & 8 Mile, I am sad.
So to commemorate my time… or rather my life in Michigan, I will be periodically posting about all the things that I love about life in Michigan.
—————————————-
Two weeks ago I was in Illinois during my Spring Break running some wedding errands with my husband. This was I think… my fifth time visiting him where he lives since our marriage in November of 2006. I’m adjusting well, (I think–alhumdu’lillah) with his family and the surrounding area. But there is one place where I think I feel the most awkward and isolated. It’s also the worst place to have this feeling: at the masjid.