The 4 hours to traverse city from dearborn was one of the craziest adventures i think i have ever been on. I finally got some time to think, and not have to worry about hockey. Even though half the time i spent thinking i was thinking about hockey so i guess i only spent half of my time wisely.
I really didn't think i was going to make it, even though i took every safety precaution before leaving. I got my oil change, filled up the gas tank, cooled my engine down, filled up the tires... I was ready to go.
Then 10 miles down the road my Check Engine light decides to turn on... and never turn off.
All i could think is ''hmm... i am either going to spend tonight tucked away in my own bed, or i will be crammed in my backseat in a broken down car using a suit jacket as a blanket."
Thankfully i made it home, without hitting any dear; however, i did run over a bunny, i would have swerved if there wasn't a semi coming at me the other way. I had to make the decision to either kill one of god beautiful creatures, or kill a rabbit... haha thought i was going the other way didn't you?
I actually feel really bad about hitting a rabbit.
I finally got home.
The feeling of driving through Traverse City is something i can not even explain. It was like a trip through the past. Given i only went about 5 miles down Garfield into the heart of traverse city but it seemed like every building i passed lied a deep and sincere memory. Driving past the bowling alley where clay and i spent a lot of the summer, driving by where i get my oil changed, driving by bo tangles, where i used to always get hair cuts as a kid, driving by rite aid where i used to always grab food during drivers ed, it was all just a trip.
Its hard to realize how much this city has transformed me from a kid into a man.
I wanted so badly to get out of this city 4 months ago, i wanted out of the depths of the basement and into the limelight of reality. But i couldn't realize how much this city impacted me until i left it.
The first time i came back i was only gone for 2 weeks, and it felt like i had been gone for 2 years. Now, being gone for 9 weeks, it was like i was visiting, instead of leaving where i was visiting.
I was so excited.
Driving down Garfield road knowing i had just miles to get to my tempur pedic bed, knowing that in about 8 hours clay will be roaring through my bedroom door as if it was his own and there was 500 bucks waiting for him.
Not even singing, literally SCREAMING, gangsta gangsta by lil scrappy as i flipped the bird to the police that i saw pulling over a dodge ram, knowing they just ruined his night.
Auburn Hills has transformed me into a man, and i don't just say that because i can finally grow facial hair. Playing junior hockey, no matter the level, has really shown me some of the key points of life that you have to also take to the ice.
And i have met so many people, who i can hang out with as if i had known them for years. Its kind of weird because while i am in Auburn Hills i spend so much time texting people back home, telling them how much i can't wait to get back. Now that i am home, i know i will be texting people in Auburn Hills telling them how much i can't wait to get back.
Its just so nice being home again. Walking into my room, seeing all my clothes that i didn't take downstate lying extremely unorganized over my floor, I had to smile.
For the first time ever, I felt completed.
I honestly feel like if i died in my sleep tonight i would have lived a very fulfilling and successful life. I would be very upset that i never got to go to the casino, but you can't do everything in a lifetime.
Waking up in TC tomorrow is going to be awesome.
No longer having to wait until i got home to do things.
This feels so right.
I am home.
Where i belong.
For now.
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