When we first moved to Midland, MI (pause to marvel at how very middle-of-the-country that sounds, my coastal friends) we went to the Farmer's Market almost every Wednesday and Saturday morning. Lucy was still almost a baby and did not go to preschool so I'd take her in her stroller. On Wednesday mornings, sometimes we even took Estlin before he went off to school. We were faithful to the Market because it was one of the very few things I could appreciate about living here at the time.
The second place is the sight my brother Mitch gave me -- eyes to see that beauty and peace comes from simplicity.
The third is acceptance of myself. Whether I have ever wanted to be or not (my god, I can't believe I'm about to say this... ), I am soooooooo Michigan.