I wrote once, Sonya Huber, that after leaving Iowa, falling in love in Greenwich Village, and living in Berlin and Montreal besides Manhattan, that returning to the Midwest later in life felt oddly like coming home to a place that I didn’t realize I’d missed.
Moving to the Detroit area reconnected me with culture and customs I’d never appreciated or even really seen as a teenager and young university student.
The food tasted like coming home. The air smelled different. I could read people’s faces in ways that came back to me as if by magic.
It took my being middle aged to understand that the Midwest has real, distinct culture, and that it flows through my veins.