When a Big Thing is happening, it’s hard to write about anything that is disconnected from the Big Thing, because it seems like nothing is. So instead, I’ve written nothing for a while.
However, now that it’s one month away and official, I can write about the Big Thing itself.
I’m moving to Minneapolis.
When I tell people in California this, I usually get some combination of shock and disgust, and then a drawn-out incredulous “Whyyyy?” My initial reaction to this idea, which first hit me in India, was not entirely dissimilar. I’ve spent years trying to get away from snow. I’ve chased life in bigger cities since I was 18. The idea that I would go back there, voluntarily, came as a surprise, and I dismissed it as a crazy idea brought on by being in an unfamiliar country. But it kept coming up, and I found myself browsing apartment ads on Craigslist (seriously, Minneapolis? One-bedroom apartments for under $600?). My most important reason for moving, without a doubt, is my family. As is, I get to see them maybe twice a year, not enough by a long shot. This way, they get to see Aunt Ellie year-round! Because let’s be honest, these are two pretty great reasons:
But even apart from the familial connections, Minneapolis is awesome. It’s the Boston of the Midwest. Even better. Yoga studios (like this one, where I’ll be teaching and practicing) abound, farmers’ markets (ok, not in January, but whatever, I’ll be in India then), quality theatre (including The Guthrie), The Walker Art Center (home of the cherry on the spoon!), 770 square feet of parkland for each resident (whoa), seven miles of skyways connecting 80 city blocks downtown (ok now I’m just showing off), and Prince. Plus, The Advocate named Minneapolis the gayest city in the US. Take that, San “People’s Gaypublic of Drugifornia” Francisco.
So that’s that! I’m off to the City of Lakes, land of “oof-ta” and hot dishes and “ya shur you betcha” and “oh fer cute.” How much I will miss San Francisco is a topic for another day (short version: lots). When I told Magnolia about my plans, she told me that she knew I’d move there eventually, because after coming back from every trip there, “you are so full of love– it’s clearly where your heart is.”
What can I say? I’m a Minnesotan girl.