Reflections on Moving Away from Michigan: What I Would Miss the Most
In my life, I have moved away three times. Twice, I embraced the opportunity and returned, each time driven by family ties, time, and circumstances. Here, I reflect on what made each move an emotional journey, focusing particularly on what I would miss the most about living in Michigan.
The First Time: California and Michigan
My first venture away from Michigan was a joint decision made with my husband. He secured a job in Michigan, while I initially found a position in California. Costs and commuting pushed us to accept his employment offer. However, my mother's declining health became a pivotal factor; I missed my family dearly. We arranged for the job seeker to go to Michigan, and hubby's prospects led us back home.
The second departure was to Texas, where I took a one-year work assignment. Despite the love for my job, the distance from my family and my husband left me longing for Michigan. During this time, my mom's condition worsened, and my husband was back in Michigan, making my decision to wait for his return all the more urgent.
The Decision to Return—For the Final Time
During my final assignment, news of an advanced promotion offered me the chance to move home. Mom's health deteriorated rapidly, and the promotion meant I could go back. I packed up and returned to Michigan just in time to see her before she passed. She begged me to make it home for my father and brother, understanding the significance of my presence. Packed with emotion and responsibility, I accepted the promotion, despite the demanding travel involved. I was glad to have a stable presence to support my family during a pivotal time. However, my father's untimely death a few years later compelled me to further reassess the necessity of relocation.
Michigan, Home, and Nostalgia
Michigan holds a unique place in my heart. Though it's clear winter can be harsh compared to the mild climates in other parts of the country, the fond memories and the people close to me remain deeply cherished. The nostalgia associated with the state is unparalleled. While I miss the food like White Castle, pizza, and local deli items from Hoffman's and Kowalski, these are but a fragment of the memories.
Hubby's career shifted, and a new opportunity arose in the Carolinas. We looked into Asheville, Charleston, Charlotte, Myrtle Beach, and Greenville, and eventually, Greenville became our new home. The initial decision to leave my brother was difficult, but the move brought us closer, especially in the context of his health and the responsibilities that came with it.
A Turn in Fate
Unfortunately, my life took a drastic turn shortly after moving to South Carolina. Within six months of the move, I was diagnosed with kidney failure. This diagnosis completely altered my trajectory. Two years later, my brother passed away unexpectedly, and it was later discovered that his death was attributed to undiagnosed and untreated kidney failure. In a personal tragedy, my brother-in-law, who was set to retire and move to South Carolina, died in April that year, just three months before his intended retirement. He fell while running and suffered a fatal internal bleed.
Adaptation and Reflection
Despite the hardships, I find solace in the fact that my husband and I have been able to stay relatively close to family and enjoy the benefits of my health situation. He retired early to care for me, and I undergo dialysis daily. Hubby's supportive role has been invaluable, and the move to South Carolina, with its mild climate, has been a blessing for both of us.
Overall, Michigan will always hold a place in my heart. However, South Carolina has found a permanent home for us, at least for now. We visit family a couple of times a year, and that's enough. Sometimes, the things we miss are more than just material possessions; they are the people, the memories, and the shared experiences that define our journey.