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Milford Part II (Dictated)

So I’ve been staying in Milford for several days now, and one of the things that I’ve forgotten is how lucky I was to grow up in such a natural and beautiful piece of Michigan. Right now as I record this (I’m dictating right now for transcription later), I’m looking out the window, listening to a soft rain, and watching fireflies light up in my backyard, making for an almost comically perfect image of tranquility and peace. The weather has been so perfect and I’ve been so docile. For some reason, when in ANn Arbor, there’s something depressing about slouching around the house all day. If I sleep in in my bed, the only other place to lounge is the couch, and once that’s done, it’s back to bed. But in Milford, I can somehow go an entire day not doing anything and still feel like I’ve accomplished something just through locomotion. I might start the day sleeping in in bed, then move to the couch, then out to the hammock to read, then poolside to catch some sun, then floating in the water for some time, then back to the hammock, etc. Somehow just by cycling through these different points I actually feel like I’ve made some accomplishment, at least enough to keep existential ennui and sense of dread and stagnation from keeping in.

Normally I wouldn’t relish something that takes away the prongs of motivation that stab when I begin to dawdle, but when recovering from (supposedly) mono, I suppose it’s a good thing to rest up 🙂


June 28, 2009 Posted by | Personal | , , | Leave a comment


I’ve been back in Milford for five days or so now. I forgot what a cute and cool town it is. As exciting as it is to be in a big city, there’s also something neat about a place where you feel like maybe you have some chance of wrapping your arms around a more complete narrative. Any place that I go here, chances are that at some point in my life I’ve been here before, and that many houses are occupied by former classmates, teachers, or other people that I’d recognize. It definitely has a small-town lure that I haven’t experienced in a long time. I suppose I get something similar in Ann Arbor. I think that’s why I enjoy the Ann Arbor centered blogs so much; they give me some feel of community that seems to happen automatically in a town as small as Milford. I’ve always though of Ann Arbor as a “city,” but I think that’s mostly a relative feeling; it’s bigger than Milford, which I think of as a “town,” so it automatically gets moved up a class. I think English lacks a good term for these intermediate sized municipal units, or maybe it’s just my own vernacular that lacks a good term. Any suggestions?

Since my return from China I’ve been camped out mainly at home, for several reasons. First, I returned right around Father’s Day, so I wanted to spend time with my parents, and especially with my dad. I got kind of used to that and it’s been nice spending time with my family. It’s weird how life ebbs and flows. It seems like not that long ago I was eschewing my family’s company for friends, and yet as my friends evaporate in the post-college haze, family once again becomes important. From talking to friends, that does not seem like I’m the only one having such an experience.

June 23, 2009 Posted by | Personal | , | Leave a comment