I had the opportunity to go home to Flint at the beginning of this month. It all started with a phone call from a close friend I’ve known since preschool who asked if I’d be interested in riding back as company on the road while she participated in a film project that was taking place. I hesitated at first, being someone who enjoys the comforts of familiar surroundings on weekends and the prospect of just relaxing locally. I didn’t think about it for too long, though. I have been sitting on a mostly unused pile of vacation days at work and hadn’t been back to my hometown but once last year during a brief, thirty-six hour stay. The idea of taking a road trip with “Cate” and all of the good conversation and hilarity that would ensue cinched it for me.
