I escaped East Dearborn in the 90s, been living in exile in the weird Pacific North West. At first it was great, no one fucked with me for being white, never had to worry about getting into fights by simply walking to the store and fuck me people here have interests and hobbies and ( until 2006) were interesting. Every time it snows here, all the MI refugees scoff " ha this aint cold! you non driving decaf latte sucking bitch!" I will admit to some pride in being hardened by all those winters and having grown up with a good work ethic, but I never considered going back for any reason.
I do pray ( along with other refugees) for a good MI winter to descend on this overly sensitive brainwashed culture out here, it needs a good cleaning out.
It was not until recently, when I went back for a visit to great north, Traverse City ( a less confused and more functional version of Seattle) and some other places that I realized that I had been born in the wrong part of the state. Since making my escape from that bastion of democratic rule and union authority I have always associated MI with the likes of East Dearborn and Westland, where there is nothing to do but live vicariously through sports teams. Where random violence and hostility are major parts of the culture, domestic violence being the only passion and overtime the only measure of success. Living there for 19 years, I loathed the collective belief that the best I could hope for was a job at Fords and if I was a good boy I could get some over time and at the end of the day sit in front of the TV. I hated that peasant mentality that what you have is all you will have and you are not good enough to do anything else.
The northern part of the state is the antithesis of the defeatism I grew up with. Had been born up there I never would have had to leave to have something in life.
I live in a beautiful place, as I right this I am looking out of my living room window watching the sun burn red under the gray sky, behind the Olympic mountains on the other side of the Puget Sound
Tomorrow I am driving 30 minutes east into the Cascades to hike a trail that ends at an alpine lake and I can be back in the city and at the pub by 1800
However
I really miss a good North Michigan Autumn, the smell of all that cold air, the colours, the venison and the quiet independence of the locals, I miss that feeling as a kid when the winds blew harder and colder, washing away the bloody madness of summer. We have loads of incredible beer in the Pacific North West
but I would fight a wild hippo for a pint of Bellaire Brown and to hear people talk about real things.
There is something very special about Northern Michigan, for the life of me and considering moving to "Up North" MI
East Dearborn can burn in flames