A little less than a week ago, I sat down to read this article: How a Young Community of Entrepreneurs is Rebuilding Detroit (Fast Company magazine).
Thirty minutes later, I plopped myself down next to Mr. Perfect and asked nonchalantly (a big grin on my face), “What would you think of moving to Detroit?”
I was only half-kidding.
See, we’ve been discussing this where-should-we-live thing since the moment we began dating.
Why? Because California is so damn expensive.
Yes, it’s beautiful and sun-shiney almost every day.
Yes, we’re close to the ocean and the mountains (and most of our families live here).
But we can’t afford to buy anything in the Bay Area.
And we don’t want to live in any of the so-called “arm pits.”
We’ve enjoyed daydreaming about becoming expats — you know, moving to South America and opening up a bar/taco stand (him) and teaching English (me).
We’ve taken trips to the Pacific Northwest to see what we thought of Oregon and Washington. (LOVED. But too expensive.)
And we’ve talked about moving to Colorado where we have both family and friends already in place.
Until a few days ago, we’d pretty much decided on Colorado. Now things are back in limbo.
When I tried to explain it to Ira, the only thing I could say was that the idea of Detroit got me excited.
Like there was a place that needed us as much as we needed it.
And maybe we could contribute something valuable and help build something important there.
Yes, it’d be risky.
A primordial soup of potential is always fraught with dangers — both real and imagined.
But I’m approaching 50 faster than I’d hoped.
And I’m not ready to find a nice quiet place to settle down and retire.
I want to do something interesting. Be of service. And explore the (to me) unexplored.
I’ve never been to Detroit. Never even been to Michigan or any of the other great lakes-adjacent states.
I’m also not fond of freezing weather. But I think I could hang.
Besides — something in that article rekindled an old desire for adventure. It’s pulling me to investigate further. Even Ira thought it’d be good for me to go see it in person.
See it up close and in the flesh.
See if my desire for adventure would live up to the realities of abandoned buildings and severe poverty.
So I’m on my way to Detroit. The plane ticket’s been purchased. The car’s been reserved. Facebook friends have been notified.
Come May 14th, I’m off to see the Wizard…
If you’ve got any sage advice, travel tips or good-hearted warnings, please share in a comment below.
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