Ugh—how many of you eye-rolled at the title? I know, right?! I would really be right there with you, except, well, it’s true. Like most people, I had a plan. A very clear, awesome plan that involved New York City, fabulous parties, amazing friends, kicking ass and taking names. And I executed that plan. I executed the sh*t out of it. But then after five years, as you now know, I fell in love and everything changed. To tell you honestly I actually fell in love twice—the first time with my now husband, and then with a city I had never in a million years even given the slightest thought: Detroit.
It’d been years since I’d been downtown when a good buddy took me for a tour while home for Christmas. The whole time I was like a little kid, nosed pressed up against the pet store window. It was more than I remembered and it was also worse. It was riveting. It was terrifying. It was thriving. It was drowning. But I knew… It was home.
THIS IS HOW WE DETROIT 