Okay. I haven't blogged in a whilte and I don't do it nearly enough. Time to change that.

It's amazing how much you take the things around you everyday for granted. For 24 years I lived in Michigan and grew to hate the grey skies and the bitter cold 5 months out of the year. Now I think I would give almost anything to be back there again. I put on a face and tell people how much I disliked it, but when it comes right down to it I think I *would* trade the sunny mild winters of Arizona for the long harsh ones of Michigan. I know the economy there stinks even more so than most places and that people are abandoning Detroit and most of the other cities by the bus-load. But it was my *home*. I still can't say that I consider Tucson home. In my heart it's more like a prison than a home.

I really resent moving out here. I know that's where Becky wanted to go and I don't regret marrying her in the least, but I wish now I would have tried to convince her to not move so far away. Maybe somewhere a day's drive closer to family where three or four visits a year are possible instead of just one that costs 500 dollars in plane tickets. I miss my family. Everytime I visit Michigan now and I hug my Grandparents I can't help thinking to myself that next time I'll be hugging a head-stone instead. I hate that feeling.

All of the family around here are Becky's. HER mother. HER brother. And this increasingly annoying two-person sorority between Becky and Jennifer that I'll never be a part of. I'm just the spare wheel around here. In Michigan it may be cloudy and the wind is whipping off the lake and boring into your bones...but at least there people are glad to see *me.*

I'm going to bed now. I hope I'll dream of home.