Dear Bellingham (the city and the people), you have made it very hard to settle into any place that doesn’t have a waterfront to die for, food from all corners of the earth in one cozy little pocket, or the community that IS Bham, but I have to tell you: Macomb is growing on me, and the people are the kind of people you’d like. This isn’t cheating, this is a polyamorous love. We’ve still got our memories, but I’ve got some new ones to make here. I’ll visit, and believe me I’ll cry a little and laugh a little when I think of you, but things are changing and I am changing, too. I’ve gotta do this thing with all my heart. I hope you understand. Love, me.