“Home is where the heart is.”
So they say.
As a nomadic expat it’s hard to pin down home. Being immersed in multiple host cultures and countries for so long, the lines blur. But there is no feeling like cheap beer, cheese, and perpetual cold weather that is Milwaukee, Wisconsin.
Throughout the US…
I hopped around the US during my early twenties, a lot. I hadn’t grown the ovaries yet to get my ass outta the States like I truly wanted to so, State hoppin I did.
Back to the 414, Milwaukee!
Being back home always gives me mixed feelings. Milwaukee is like that family member you got that you love to death but can’t quite get their shit together (shit, I may be that one in my fam! Who knows!?) MKE has a lot of dope shit and of course nostalgic places for me.
It jus so seems every.single.time. I am back home it is literally the shittiest weather of the year and no sun. On some real, the reverse culture shock was the worst it’s ever been after being on the other side of the world for one year.
Riverwest, Milwaukee
I was born n raised in the most inclusive, diverse neighborhood in Milwaukee.
If there’s only one thing you do today show some got damn love to Genre: Urban Arts. They held the most wonderful open mic / local artist / spoken word show that proved that people should not sleep on Milwaukee.
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