The Twin Cities has never quite felt like home to me. I was born in Cleveland, Ohio but moved to Arlington, Texas when I was only 14 months old. Stayed in Texas (moving around a bit) until I was 12, the year my Dad quit Dell and moved us to Eden Prairie, Minnesota. Not only were we moving across country but also moving to Minnesota in October…I stepped foot outside the car onto the crunchy snow, glared at my father, and didn’t speak another word to him for almost 3 weeks.
I never quite understood what “Minnesota Nice” meant. I was too young to see the backhanded judgements being made, the catty drama games, the selfish mindset of all these so-called important people. It wasn’t until I was an adult and was able to step back from these people and explore the world through my own eyes that I truly realized the Twin Cities is not the place for me.
Moving to Illinois for a year was truly an eye opener. The people I met down there in the little towns of Johnsburg, McHenry, and Fox Lake reminded me of the people I love from the south. They are real genuine people who speak the truth and in a sense, wear their true emotions/heart on their sleeves. I never feared being judged by them because they themselves have been through tough times and most had found their light at the end of the tunnel. Some might still be working towards that light, but they found it.
Some of the love that I had for Illinois was also the fact that I lived in a small town. After living in mostly small towns in Texas I grew accustomed to the lifestyle of knowing most of your town, the good and the bad. It goes back to a previous ‘serious’ blog of mine where I was talking about taking a village to raise a child. In these small towns (at least in my experience), kids can still ride their bikes to their friends house, even a little after dark. They are still finding fun and adventure lurking in the woods or fishing on a boat. There of course is still the peer pressure to party and break rules but there seems to be a stronger sense of community holding these kids accountable for their actions. Isn’t a loving community of friends and family that has each others back with honesty and support all we really want out of life?
Which brings me to my trip to Fargo. I met such an amazing group of people there. What was amazing to me is ever since living in the Twin Cities I have suffered from social anxieties but from the moment we walked into our first destination and I was thrown into what would normally be an awkward situation of me looking at the floor, stumbling over words, and most likely falling on myself. But this time was totally different. I felt like I was going home in a sense. Everyone was so extremely welcoming and enthusiastic to have me and my friend (that knew everyone previously) there. I instantly felt accepted into this beautiful family of friends. What was maybe 12 hours with these people felt like a lifetime of love and memories. And I will never be the same.
Coming back to the Twin Cities I feel like I have a clearer picture of the kind of people I want in my life. I feel like I have a better understanding of myself, or maybe just have found that piece of myself I have lost after so many years back in the Prairie. But whatever it is that has changed I know one thing is certain, no matter what happens in life, you will always have to wake up and face yourself. So treat others the way you wish to be treated. The one golden rule that is so easily forgotten in today’s world. Karma is not lost on me.