Some anchors are forged in steel; others are made of love, memory, and place.

When I think about the anchors in my life, the metaphor naturally expands to include my safe harbors. A safe harbor, for me, is made up of the people and places that ground me, those that keep me steady when life feels uncertain. I am happiest when I am in Wisconsin. Having lived in multiple states, including Iowa, Texas, California, and Colorado, I have felt most at home, most anchored, when I am here.