After 50-odd years (and an odd 50 they were!
) I'm leaving the Detroit area. I've lived here my entire life, but the implosion of local industry and the attendant job market have left me little recourse. I won't be moving to another continent, as my immigrant parents did, but I will be saying so long to a city I know like the back of my hand. I've had some great memories, and some gut wrenching sad times in this town, and I don't suppose I'll ever stop being a Detroiter are heart.
I received a strong job offer from a company that is strong, growing, and vital, which should be a nice change form the jobs left in Motown. I'm moving a little bit South and East, to that area the folks in Ohio call the "North Coast", east of Cleveland, a safe distance from the zombie training land known as Cincinnati.
I'll only be 3 or 4 hours from 'home' to visit the wispy remnants of a once large, centralised family, most of whom got the urge to move on long ago when they were younger, and less settled. I'll be commuting to and from Detroit on Monday mornings and Friday afternoons, until my wife and I find a place to live and raise our youngest. I guess I'll have to talk with the rest of the crew here at AP about swapping Monday update duties with one of them.
In the transitional months of living from a suitcase, I expect I may spend more time here than I already normally do. While I'm obviously an insomniac, past experience tells me I'll sleep even less when away from the ones I love and support. And lord knows there's nothing on hotel cable I want to see!
