So, at the beginning of this year, I made a decision to move back to Detroit. It wasn’t a simple decision. I have made some very good friends and have enjoyed some wonderful experiences.
If it wasn’t for my journey to Houston, I would not see myself as the artist that I have always been. Houston has shown me how important self-love is. Now that I do love myself, I can love others. Houston has also shown me how being with family is important and sometimes you need to be around them.
It’s one of the reasons I am moving back. Another is…I just never clicked with Houston. With all of the beautiful people that I have met and even the beauty and plentiful that this city has, I just never jelled with the city.
My first year, I didn’t try. I was filled with anger and the last thing I wanted to do was connect with people or a new city. Time heals wounds, so with time, the anger diminished and curiosity increased. Not only my curiosity of the city, but the curiosity others had about me.
It all ends where it begins, me in Detroit. The difference is that I am not the same person. A new Donna in Detroit.