Goodbye Milwaukee

Today was the last day in our house.  Last night I thought to myself, “I got this.  I’m totally going to keep my shit together tomorrow.”  Yeah…I cried on 3 separate occasions before 10am.  I looked out our bedroom window and recalled how happy that crappy little view made me the first night we Continue reading


To MKE, With Love

Downtown Milwaukee, WI

Downtown Milwaukee

If I told you that I always dreamed of living in Milwaukee…well, that would make me a liar.  As a matter of fact, if you had asked me 6 years ago to make a list of the top 30 or even 50 places I’d like to live I think Milwaukee probably would have been somewhere around, oh I’d say #135.  Sure, I smuggled a flask of vodka into Summerfest in my pants in college and don’t get me wrong, I had a blast – but who would actually want to live there?  It had a reputation of being dirty, dangerous, and generally terrible.  My boyfriend was a junior at University of Wisonsin-Madison when he was offered an accounting job at a large firm in downtown Milwaukee.  It was a great job and we were just happy for our future together, cuz you know love is love where ever you are and all that sappy stuff.  So a year later we packed up our few scraggly college-kid belongings and headed for the Brew City. Continue reading


DSC_0565Lately I’ve thought a lot about what home means.  Growing up we never owned a home. We didn’t have much money and my mom and I moved from rental to rental.  They weren’t ours but I recall them fondly…the house in the country that I remember so well, despite being all of three years old,  the daybed in my grandmas basement, the upstairs room of the brick farmhouse where I listened to coyotes at night, the tiny downstairs apartment just outside of town.  While none of them were permanent my mom always made them feel like home for me. Continue reading