I like to travel. Being with people is good. Being alone is good. A dreamer and explorer, I stand firm in my belief that if it’s worth dreaming about, it’s worth chasing. And when an idea takes hold in my mind, very little can extinguish the desire to make it happen. For as long as I can remember, something about the East Coast has resonated in my soul. A connection I’ve felt without good reason. Even as a young woman, I remember declaring that someday I would live in Connecticut. Why Connecticut? I haven’t the slightest idea. I pretty much knew nothing about the place. Still don’t, really. A lifelong Michigander, I’ve lived among the beautiful display of four seasons and the glory of the Great Lakes, so it certainly isn’t beauty or bodies of water that I’m longing for. About a year ago, I went with some friends to New York City. A quick weekend trip with a bunch of boxes to check off. We packed an incredible amount of sightseeing into seventy-two hours. …