Bloomfield Hills. The Bloomfield Bubble. B-Hills. A suburb of Detroit. No matter what you call it, to some, this amazing town is the place they call home. Bloomfield Hills itself has a small population of around 4,000 people. Though us Bloomfielders have had some of our best memories in the neighboring towns of Birmingham, West Bloomfield, and many others, we are a proud community who shares common experiences with everlasting traditions. Living in a small area where everyone knows each other has allowed me to appreciate the smaller constants that looking back on, made me who I am today. To name a few:
Interchanging Bloomfield and Detroit, but always further explaining.
*Hold up hand to point on the Michigan mitten* "Detroit is here, and here we are." Note: Finger does not move.
Look around- there is never NOT a Starbucks.
Both a blessing and a curse. Bloomfield- where even the dads buy into the Fall trend of a Pumpkin Spice Latte.
You went to Leo's and got a chicken finger pita the morning after a very rough night.
To make matters better, you ran into that "very rough night" doing the same thing.
Your ice cream has been scooped by Paul and/or Tino at Stroh's.
Moosetracks isn't a flavor, it is a lifestyle.
Michigan, or State?
With whatever your preference is, it isn't a successful football season unless you've attended a Theta Chi tailgate at U of M (and that includes you, Bloomfield parents).
DTE Concerts are a form of measurement for a summer well spent.
And on that, does anyone ACTUALLY know who Sugar Ray is?
Your grandma or your best friend's grandma spends six months out of the year in Boca Raton.
Because we can't have grandma shoveling her snow. And it gives all the grandkids a hot place to vacation come Spring Break.
Making sure everyone can hear your country music playing on the first day of Spring.
Though it may be 50 degrees, if it is the first 50 degrees a Bloomfielder has seen since September, it's windows down, music up.
Having a really deep passion for country music.
But, like, why? We're from Michigan.
Then again, we do fish, make bonfires, have trucks, and spend 3 months out of the year consistently on a lake. Shoutout to the up north go-ers.
Driving down Lone Pine Rd.
In the Fall, one could say it is almost spiritual. Could Earth get more beautiful?
Having the ability to hop in the car and be off the grid in a few hours.
Because Lake Michigan is only a little ways away, and sometimes, you just need a break.
Counting down the days until Dairy Mat is open.
And until the day, it closes because you catch yourself going twice a day.
Taking Woodward all the way down to Tigers Stadium.
Taking advantage of the sunny and 70 degree days is a must because who knows what the weather will be like tomorrow.
Being a Bloomfield resident means having so much pride in your community, but feeling no one else will ever understand, except for those who came from it.
