After sweeping myself away to the great outdoors for a couple quick days, I'm back to my urban dwelling. This photo felt like an emphatic way to stamp where I've returned to, a direct juxtaposition to where I was.
Sometimes I feel like I tap into an entirely differently side of my mind when I cross that state border. I would liken it to the way that a Southern drawl might soften after living in the north. Then that individual returns to their roots for a visit and suddenly they're laying it on thick again. Only my inner Michiganian manifests itself through country radio stations and a strong inclination to drive down dirt roads.
Therein lies most of the reason that my ultimate job would allow me a wide berth in terms of flexibility. I feel like there are so many places in not only this region or country that I belong, but in the world. Although I could attempt to keep a job for nine months, then travel for three, it seems more logical to create a foundation with a career that allows me geographic flexibility. Maybe someday I'll be ready to own a house and call one city my own, but right now I'm still in the midst of a wanderlust phase.
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