New Year, New York
I’ve tried to start this post a million times and nothing seems to sound quite right. It’s like that scene in You’ve Got Mail, when Tom Hanks tries to explain to Meg Ryan why he “stood her up”, while Brinkley looks on disapprovingly. Except I haven’t been stood up, and although my actual dream is to be Kathleen Kelly, the only thing we have in common is our love for daisies. Well that and a New York zip code.
The last few weeks have been a bit of a whirlwind and after what feels like plans years in the making, I’ve finally booked my one way ticket to the Big Apple. While I’d like to say things just fell into place, that would seriously discredit the incredible people who have helped make this move possible, not to mention the fact that I believe God has had His hand on this since the very beginning. Still, the speed in which all has taken place has left me feeling a little overwhelmed, in the best way possible. I’m so excited to begin this next chapter, as I’ve got some big dreams to chase. But this isn’t about me or my move to NYC. This is my best attempt at expressing my appreciation for all that has been my world for the last 6+ years in Minneapolis - at least without breaking into an ugly-ass cry.
This has been a bittersweet decision and the first time I’m moving towards something instead of away from it. My move to Minneapolis was a no brainer - I couldn’t get out of my teaching job in Wisconsin fast enough - a story for another time. However this move requires harder goodbyes and a lot more of them. The community that has built itself around me is one in a million and I couldn’t be more fortunate for the friends made (which btw, I fully intend on keeping until ya’ll get sick of me…).
I knew three people when I moved here in 2012: Christa, Ali, and Jhanna you are fully responsible for all of the crazy connections that have been made since then. How lucky are we? The countless girls nights in/out, brunches, lake walks, rooftop hangs, and late night Jimmy John runs. Birthday parties, weddings, baby showers, job promotions, breakups, and Sunday hangovers - I literally wouldn’t trade those memories for anything. To shamelessly quote (and reference yet again) Kathleen Kelly, “…I just want to say that all this nothing has meant more to me than so many…somethings.“ I am incredibly grateful for the countless nothings and somethings celebrated together over the years. Words truly can’t express how thankful I am for all of the friends made here.
So with that being said, I am Minneapolis local until mid-February, and doing my very best to spend some quality time with you sweet humans before then. Tentative plans for a little going away party, although as mentioned before, if it happens I’ll likely be a blubbering, hot mess - I either require significant personal space or will cling to you like a leech, there is no in between. Also limited time offer to come hang at the apt, watch me pack, and we can drink wine out of mugs I’ll be donating to Goodwill.
In case you’ve never been to NYC, or you have, consider this your standing invitation to come visit once I’ve settled in.
Minneapolis, you have been one hell of a ride. Stay bold.