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Things I Miss About Minnesota


2013
04.11

There’s a giant snow storm raging in Minnesota. Have you heard about this? I have. And loads of my Midwest friends are telling me how jealous they are of me living in California. They’re desperately longing for spring, as anyone would be who’s suffered through six months of winter.

Minnesota Storm

The funny thing is that I’ve been pining for a little Minnesota lately. No, not the ridiculous winters. No, not snow on my birthday. (It happens.) But for all the amazing things I have in California, there are still plenty of cool things in Minnesota. Didju see this blog post last week? If you know anyone from Minnesota, you probably did.

Over the few years I’ve lived in California, I’ve adapted, but there are a few things I miss about my great state. This post is for all my poor friends trapped in their houses, dreading the next three days of shoveling.

1. The heat. This may sound strange coming from a girl who moved to California from Minnesota, but it rarely gets hot where I live. The mild temperate climate really never dips below 40 F (which is huge) and maybe hits the 90 F mark about four times a year.

What I wouldn’t give for a Minnesota summer day where I can wear a sundress and sandals all day. Where bringing a hoodie along on a day trip is just plain silly. Where even at 2 a.m., it’s still frickin’ sweltering.

minneapolis night time heat

Pretty sure this was around 2 a.m. on a June evening.

I can’t remember the last time I wore short sleeves after dark in Santa Cruz. And swimming at night?!? Forget it. Or in my case, forget it all together. Which leads me to my next point.

2. Lakes. Yep. It might sound cliche. Blah blah blah Land of 10,000 Lakes and all. (More like 11,000-plus.) I miss fresh water that‘s deep enough to swim in and that isn’t as cold as Lake Superior. I swam the first month I was here and that was about it.

There are definitely some wonderful rivers around that I enjoy swimming in, but few are deep enough to dive into and the only way you can enjoy swimming is if it’s 100+ F. That’s melted snow you’re swimming in.

mn lake

One of my last times on a Minnesota lake

Give me some wide open, quiet spaces up in northern Minnesota any day. I’ll take the pontoon out, dive off and swim until I’m weak. Then I’ll chow on whatever grub is in the cooler. Repeat until sundown. Start a campfire to keep mosquitoes away. Bonus points if someone else brings fresh-caught walleye.

Oh man. *Sniff* Nothing beats a day like that. And of course, for those who love fresh fish in the winter, there’s always ice fishing. Go drive your car on the lake!

3.  Live music. Now don’t get me wrong. California is up to its ears in musical talent. There’s a lot of great bands coming in and out of the Bay Area every night. That being said, I’m pretty sure nothing could beat the local live music scene in Minneapolis.

alex rossi root city

Alex Rossi. Root City. Heatbox. These are a few of my favorite things.

All summer long you can wander around town and see music for free. Any kind really. And if you’re willing to pay $5, the world is open to you any night of the week, any time of the year. I miss hitting up Glueck’s with the girls, celebrating CD releases at the Fine Line and even dodging roofie artists at First Avenue.

Recently I met a woman who had never been to Minnesota but listened to The Current, a local radio station, online. That’s how freakin’ good Minnesota’s music scene is.

4. The home prices. Ever since I could remember, I’ve heard that California was expensive. When I got here, I was shocked to find that it wasn’t. Groceries are reasonable. My rent was the same for a bigger place (granted I had housemates). And I was paid more.

A friend and my theory was that this lie was a way to discourage people from moving here. And I was totally on board with that theory. Until we started looking to buy a house. Sticker. Shock.

Wait. You want how much for this?

Wait. You want how much for this?

I bought a 3-bedroom, 1 bathroom house in Minneapolis for $183k when the housing bubble was at its highest. Y’know what that would’ve cost me here? Probably $600k. Sure, supply and demand, but seriously? That’s just nonsensical to me. Give me Minnesota sensibility any day.

5. Respect for bikers. One would think that in a progressive (read: uber-hippy) place like Santa Cruz, there’d be serious biking love. No so. I hate to dis such an awesome place, especially since it’s taken such good care of me these past few years, but really, Santa Cruz County?  How you gonna do bikers like that?

Minneapolis turned its old railroad tracks into bike paths. You could feasibly commute into the farthest reaches of suburbia. Most ever street has a bike lane. It has a bike share program. No wonder Bicycling named it its No. 1 city for biking.

There are paths just for bikes.

There are even paths just for bikes.

I miss rolling around all spring, summer and fall (I was not a winter rider. I did not own ski goggles.) on paths that never cross a street. I miss that (most) motorists tend to see you and treat you like a human.

6. Minnesota summers. I know I already said the heat, but this is sort of an all encompassing thing. There is something magical about the months of June, July and August in Minnesota. It stays light until almost 10 p.m. And people live it up all summer.

It’s pretty much standard that people leave work early on Fridays to get a head start on the weekend. If it’s nice outside, some offices just close their doors and let the employees go for the day. Every day seems like vacation.

minnesota beach summer

I put a spell on you …

This is why I had to leave this state in the summer. I knew if I stayed longer, I’d forget how awful the winters. Because Minnesota bewitches you.

Every winter we swear up and down this is the last. We’re leaving. It’s too damn cold. But summer comes and erases our memory. That’s how amazing that season is. And I miss it.

So keep your chin up my Midwestern friends. Remember that while you’re plugging in your car or starting up the snowblower (again) that there are so many wonderful things about where you live that even this girl living in the land of milk and honey can’t get. Minnesota: You’re special. You’ll always have a place in my heart.

P.S. I had a few articles post this week on other sites. One is an article on tips for people with food intolerances/allergies. The other is a super fun roundup of accessory trends this spring and the DIY counterparts. Check ‘em out and tell me what you think!

A tourist in my home town


2012
05.09

A few weeks ago I made a impromptu trip to Minneapolis, inspired by the impending exodus of one great friend, a baseball text from my sister and genuine loneliness for a friend who is like a sister.

I thought about waxing lengthy and poetic about my sweet home, but haven’t I done that enough? I mean, c’mon, been there, done that. So I thought I’d just be a tourist and show you how a former local enjoys the great Twin Cities.

 

minneapolis collage touristy travel

I was only in town for a few days, but I caught a rare Twins win at the new Target field, wandered around Lake Harriet, and grabbed a Surly Coffee Bender (*drool*) at Joe’s Garage (restaurant bar with star gazing at night).

We shopped local in Uptown, checked out what the first sake brewery/restaurant outside of Japan, Moto-i, and saw that yes, Mama Mia is playing for the umpteenth time in Downtown’s theater district.

Of course I had to go to the sculpture garden (art bigger than me is my favorite), pick some lilacs (the fact that I randomly managed to be in Minneapolis while they’re blooming makes me believe in a greater power), hit some crafty locales and enjoy a sewing lesson courtesy of my dear Nicole.

I’m thrilled I got a chance to experience spring in Minnesota, which is about as elusive as those lilacs. It’ll probably be three more years until I go back again, and I’m sure by then, there’ll be more new things for me to discover as a tourist.

A tree hugger’s ode


2010
03.18

I’m not sure when, but somewhere along the line I started realizing that trees were talking to me. I believe in the magic of trees. They’re graceful, patient, resilient, and wise. No matter where I go, they never fail to humble me…

Here I am in the forests in northern Washington, where I think I first learned that cigarette butts were actually garbage. (Still working on bring *that* karma bank account back to zero!)

Trondheim’s trees were so wild they wanted to give me a hug. And they were in a cemetery.

Oh Minneapolis. The tree canopies over busy Lyndale Avenue in the fall will never fail to make me smile.

It’s all green and mossy–how fitting for a tree in Ireland! It’s as if it’s wearing a tree fleece.

This one told me a few secrets. I’m headed back to Big Sur for a second installment one of these days.

To all the trees in the world: You know I love you, but I just wanted to give you a little shout out. You make every day! (And you make tons of oxygen…gracias!)

Thanksgiving is my favorite American holiday


2009
11.05

My flight to Oslo was on Swiss Air. I’m a fan. The flight attendants were friendly, I only waited for the bathroom once, wine was free, and the food was decent. Although it was airline food, it was served with real silverware. For some reason, that made it for me. Serve me tasteless pasta and I’ll be disappointed, but give it to me with a silver fork and I can’t stop raving about it!

My friend and I were talking last night about how  it’s the little things that make life so great. I brought up the silverware. She talked about the stranger on the street who complimented her hat. She said that if we paid more attention to the small stuff, the big stuff would hardly matter.
I agree. I have a white board in my room that I see every morning when I wake up. It lists all the things I can think of to be thankful for. Inevitably it has the big things like my room and food — things on the bottom of the hierarchy of needs. However, most of what is on there are things like wine, friends, pilates, trees, stars, and (of course) my blog.
I have had all sorts of experiences in the past week or so that I am thankful for. And since I don’t have my white board, I figured my blog would do just fine.
My friend and her family have had me in their home for the past week; there has been fresh fruit, homemade bread, more cheese (or ost in Norsk) than you can shake a stick at, and all the coffee, water and wine I could want. I truly thank them for their hospitality. I feel like part of the family.
My dear friend in Oslo picked me up at the airport, booked a train for himself and me to Trondheim, and will take a day off from work to show me around the city next week. I am so blessed to have met him through a church celebration of Norway’s independence in Minneapolis. Yeah, I know. That’s the Universe having a sense of humor right there.
The weather in Trondheim reminds me of Minneapolis around this time. Cold, windy and just a bit damp. Very fall. Very crisp. Thank you to Trondheim for confirming that I made the right decision by moving to California. Although it could get this cold where I live now, it won’t get colder (like it will in my former post) and for that I am truly thankful!
Some people say the devil is in the details. I tend to disagree. Don’t sweat the small stuff? I don’t know about that, but then I don’t sweat much of anything. The little things in life are what we really remember. They stick out in our brain for years. If there isn’t toilet paper in a restaurant, I would be willing to bet we remember that longer than what we ordered for dinner. 
In the spirit of the little things, I would like to say thank you to everyone in my life that I know and to those I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting yet for making it so amazing. I love you all! 

Dairy Queen brings the consumer out of me


2009
05.01

I went into the skyway system in downtown Minneapolis today and was struck with a sudden need to have Dairy Queen. While this in itself is not weird (I love Blizzards and would eat one every day if I could), I noticed that the last time I was in the skyway I really wanted something … anything.

The skyway encourages the want in me. And in most people I think. It reminds me of rats in a maze: go through the correct way and get your reward. Turn right at the TCF Tower and you’ll get to Starbucks where you will purchase and receive your coffee, your incentive for making it through the maze and through the day.

Living in a capitalist country makes this sort of thing the norm. Unfortunately it also encourages debt and living paycheck-to-paycheck. Think of all that interest being paid on venti mochacchinos!

I have a few friends who don’t have credit cards and don’t have debt. They are definitely the minority. I strive to not want things, whatever it may be, but it can be difficult. And easy to swing into the extreme.

I ask myself, Do I really need this? And the answer is most times no. But where is the reward in the maze for someone who doesn’t want? Maybe it’s about getting out of the maze, but until that day I guess I’ll just enjoy the people-watching.

I’d like you to meet my long-time lover Minneapolis.


2008
11.30

The past two weekends I have been entertaining out-of-town guests. It’s something I enjoy doing because I love to cook, drink, eat, dance and meander, all of which I have a free pass to do when friends are in town. (I can’t do laundry — I have company!) Add that to the fact that I love showing people around Minneapolis, and it makes for ridiculous fun.

The thing is these are new friends. And they aren’t from another state; they’re from another country: Sweden. I’m not a competitive sort on many levels, but when it comes to my home I’m pretty damn proud. My city can definitely kick your city’s ass. But that’s when it comes from the U.S. You’re from Europe? Your city is 1000 years old? Suddenly I feel like I do when people start talking wine — way out of my league.

But Minneapolis took care of it for me. One of my new favorite local bands, Just.Live, happened to have a gig last weekend. (They don’t play in town often these days.) It suddenly became spring in late November making it easy for me to show off the sculpture garden and the great walks around the lakes. Did you know the Foshay Tower has an observation deck? There may not be mountains in Minneapolis, but that was the next best thing. And I love how easy it is to wander into a bar in Northeast with absolutely no plan and end up heading to see Alex Rossi and company at a venue even I’ve never been to.

So now it’s Sunday and it snowed. I couldn’t have dreamed up a more perfect way to spend the weekend and my friend doesn’t want to leave. I gotta say I don’t blame her. Minneapolis makes life pretty effortless. It’s no wonder I ended staying here for seven years.

When I paint this into larger brushstrokes I see how real relationships are effortless as well. I’m not saying there aren’t times when you want to call it quits with friends or family (Minneapolis winters are no picnic), but when it’s good it happens without trying. You don’t have to speak. You can read and paint without a worry what the other is doing, just enjoying each other’s presence. Just comfortable.

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