It also didn't help that I was divorced in this small town and my ex lived within walking distance. He also married a nut job and frankly, I didn't like running in to her. (Yes, he married the nut job from this post.)
I wasn't exactly sure where I was going to go but I did know, I wasn't staying.
I took a trip out to Phoenix, AZ to visit my very dear friend. I wanted to see if I could possibly call it home. I booked my flight and in March I went. This was at the very beginning of the Covid-19 pandemic. Toilet paper was in short supply and spring training for baseball was cancelled. I was concerned that I might not be able to get home. But then again, it would have made the moving decision easy.
I loved Arizona. It is very beautiful and Scottsdale is so inspiring for a creative mind. I thought that maybe I could live there. But then I remembered....it gets hot. I know, I know, its a dry heat. I don't care. When it is 120 degrees, it is still hot. I'm not a huge fan of hot.
I came back to Wisconsin with fond memories that I will keep close. I will go back again.
But I still was wondering where to go.
Katie was graduating soon and I wanted to move before it got to be close to winter. I don't like moving in the winter.
I had thought about moving to Appleton or Green Bay. I would still be close to my daughter. My son recently moved to lower Michigan and he wouldn't be too far. I looked at apartments and jobs but something just wasn't there. I didn't feel like that was the right choice either.
I was joking with my sister and she said I could come live in her basement. That would have been a good idea except I don't think her husband could put up with both of us. Then our talk became more serious.
I decided to move home.
Home being Upper Michigan, Yooperland, Copper Country....
The more I planned, the more excited I got. My friends and family were there. I could easily find a job at Walmart until I figured out what I really wanted to do.
I set the plan in motion.
In September, I accepted a job with Walmart. The Walmart where I first started in an empty building in 1994. I then scheduled some apartment showings.
I saw one apartment and at my first steps in, my eyes teared up. I kept apologizing to the landlord. I felt that this was home.
That evening I joined my life long friends at their camp along the shores of Lake Superior. I had only planned to stay for dinner as it had been a long day. As I sat and watched the waves roll and chatted with my friends I truly felt as if I was home. It was getting late and we were laughing about something so funny that we worried about our bladders, tears rolling down and holding stomachs, I overheard my friend's husband say "there is a lot of healing happening here".
How true that sounded.
After so many years of hurt feelings, failed relationships, heartbreak, trauma, hard work, raising kids as a single parent, I truly felt I was home.
It has been about three months that I've been back. I've seen my sister more in the last four weeks than I have in the last four years. I've hung out with friends and enjoyed the pleasure of deck drinking in November. I've met new friends. I've received many hugs and welcome homes.
It is so good to be back to the beginning.
