The personal place that I have chosen to write about is actually a very public place that I’m sure a majority of our class has been to, Alterra on Humboldt. Ever since I was sixteen years old I knew I wanted to live in Milwaukee after graduation. I, in fact, was all accepted into school, signed up for classes, and had even found my future dorm mate on facebook when my parents broke the news to me that they were forcing me to stay at the two year UW system school in my hometown up north to get my general education classes out of the way. I cried almost every day they made me go to that school. After making me stays the full two miserable years, I finally was able to move to Milwaukee. On my first day living in Milwaukee, right after moving into my first apartment, I went to the Alterra on Humboldt with a friend from high school who was able to move to Milwaukee right after graduation. I ordered my coffee and sat down at their outside seating area. I looked around and at last realized I had made it to the place that I had worked so hard to get to for almost four years. Now every time I go there I cannot help but feel both a sense of nostalgia and accomplishment.
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