Saturday, April 30, 2011

Say you are well, or all is well with you, And God shall hear your words and make them true. ~ Ella Wheeler Wilcox

Maybe one day my grandsons will look at my blog as it is right now and wonder, "Where'd you disappear to, Grandma?"

I have to admit it's been pretty quiet around here.  Not because I have nothing to write about.  No, that's not the problem at all.  Maybe the problem is I have too much to write about.  I don't know where to begin.  So I come here in the evening with good intentions.  I sit down here at my lovely desk.  And I draw a blank.

Where...how...do I begin to tell you what my life is like now that I'm finally settled into my new home here in Michigan?  How do I tell you how different it is from living in Oregon?  How do I tell you how even the quality of the air is different, fresh and clean and almost like living near the sea, even tho I'm at least 800 miles from the nearest ocean?  The soil is dark and loamy.  The grass is thicker and denser.  I don't know the species of most of the trees that line the street I live on.  The accent I hear is different.  The sky is incredibly huge.  Houses are almost all made out of brick.  I feel safe here.  I've been told we don't even need to lock our cars if we go into the store.  I hear church bells pealing all over the town not only on Sundays but even during weekdays.  Our neighborhood is full of people walking by, kids riding on  bikes, little girls playing hopscotch.  People smile at you as they pass you by in the parking lot at the store and say, "Hi, how are you?  Isn't it a beautiful day?"  It's like I've stepped back into a simpler, kinder world.  Where Easter is celebrated as a Christian holiday and you can say "Happy Easter!" and not worry about whether you're being politically correct or not.

Boy, is it nice!

I like it when Dear Hubby and I sit out on the porch in the evening and people wave at us as they drive by.  I like going into a store and have clerks come up to me and ask me if they can help me.  And, if they can, they actually walk with me and show me where something is located.  People are polite.  When you go grocery shopping people don't use their shopping carts as missiles to bully their way down the aisles.  Maybe it's different in Detroit, but here there is no graffiti.  There is civic pride.  Neighborhood pride.  The houses on our street are beautifully maintained and people take care of them. 

I have traveled all the way across southern Michigan to the western border now.  I have driven many back roads on Saturday with Dear Hubby as we sightsee and learn more about this beautiful state we live in.  We've seen deer and woodchucks.  Snow geese.  Greater Canada Geese were all over the place when we first arrived here.  There are even signs asking you not to feed the geese.  They're migrating.  And I have seen cardinals' scarlet bodies flicker thru the treetops.  I have seen my first Great Lake...Lake Huron...and it was breathtaking.  It was immense.  I have never seen anything like it.

And even tho I'm 2400 miles from everything that has been familiar and dear to me for  57 years of my life I am not the least bit homesick.  Sure, I miss friends and family but I honestly don't ever want to go back.  Not to live.  Because Michigan is part of who I am now.  I am a Michigander.  And I like it.

5 comments:

Anita said...

Oh Kris it is so good to see you blogging, and I am so pleased that you are enjoying Michigan. Your new life change seems to suit you well.

Betty said...

I guess that´s what happens when you follow God´s ways. HE wanted you to move there and makes you feel this way. I´m so glad for you and hope you meet many more friendly people and make lots of friends too.

Pam said...

So nice to read about your new life in your new state. How wonderful that you are so happy there. Best wishes.

Loretta said...

I knew you would like Michigan! I loved it when we lived there, but we had just turned 19 and were so homesick we moved back home. I love your pictures...looks like a wonderful street to live on.

lanie said...

I'm happy for you, Kris...it's so nice to know that you feel at home here in Michigan. I have lived here all of my life and can't imagine a better state to live in (although Winter does last a bit longer than I'd like every year). I love to hear it from your perspective - I guess I just take it all for granted since it's all I've known.