And so it begins. The last week in Ann Arbor. The last Monday, the last time going to the store, the last time performing any part of what has become my summer routine – or rather non-routine. It’s so strange how easy it is to get used to a certain lifestyle. And the vibe of summer in Ann Arbor is so much different than the school year. It’s the first time Ann Arbor has truly felt like home. And now I’m sad to see this time come to an end. There have been so many “moments” as Macey and I will often say – like laying on the boat on Lake Michigan surrounded by good souls, jumping off the bridge into the Huron river, salsa dancing on a Thursday night, doing the most random things with great friends – and I will truly cherish them. I am so thankful that I was able to spend this early part of summer here, at home. And for today, I will enjoy sitting on the porch, listening to the rain fall with a good book in my lap and a friend by my side. The last of this summer, but certainly not the last of Ann Arbor.