Post script: This poem was inspired by our current travels across my birth state of Michigan where we are headed for a family reunion in Flint, and a college girl’s reunion in Ludington. As we pass through small towns on the great Superior Lake, I find myself muttering, “ah…I could live here…”. It is so much like Alaska, minus the mountains.
Over the years, I have developed a great affinity for the southwest, especially Taos, New Mexico, a place I dearly love and visit periodically. I’ve heard myself mutter, “I could live here” while visiting..it is such a beautiful place with a special artful energy. But this trip has brought back so many memories. Though wanderlust could be my second name, maybe at heart I’ll always be a northern girl.
Have you ever imagined living somewhere else at another time in your life? How does landscape and a sense of place color your thoughts on where and how you want to live?