Going home again

I was one of those people who had to reject where they came from. Why, I’m not exactly sure. If pressed to guess, I might say “to escape traumatic memories.” Or maybe I just didn’t identify with Michigan, much like people who feel they were born into the wrong body. 

I left as soon as I could—right after college—to “climb the highest mountain” as I liked to put it, that mountain being New York City. I wanted to be a singer and a book editor, two things that didn’t exactly offer convergent career paths. And two things that certainly…