It was a crazy thing today as I drove down I-75 home. My heart ached to go to 'the market', it ached to walk or drive down the city streets and smell the air, to see the beauty of what the city was and what it still is.
Detroit has a sound, a smell, and a love that surrounds me, and when the sun shines, I feel like God sends His sunshine only to us. Even though I know it's evereywhere. When the air is crisp and the sun is warm. Oh there is no place like Detroit.
I often wonder why people come here, I mean if you listen to the media, it wouldn't really be that appealing, but I know why I stay. Because I love Detroit, I really do. Seriously, like no one else I know.
I can't stop, I feel like there is something wrong with me because I love it so much. I love it's life, its heartbeat, the way it never gives up, I love how those who live here would do anything to help someone who needs help, how we rally around each other.
As I'm sure you've read or heard me say "There is no place like Detroit, for what it was, for what it is, and for all that it will become again."