I miss weekends in Rochester (MI not NY). Picking up and heading downtown with my laptop, journal, and some books to read. Spending hours in Borders looking at cookbooks of all shapes and diets. Looking out at the street corner, watching the passersby from the Bean & Leaf Cafe. Coming home to dinner with my aunt and uncle. Valentine’s Day spent cross-country skiing and dining on lobster. Deer greeting me in the morning yard. Learning so much about myself in such a short time. Going to church with my extended family.
Something on my walk tonight made me reminiscent of my time spent there. For weathering a terribly difficult period of time there, I have a lot of love for my time spent in Rochester.