Currently listening to: When Doves Cry – Prince
RIP. Yes, he was from Minnesota.
How can you just leave me standingAlone in a world that’s so cold? (So cold)Maybe I’m just too demandingMaybe I’m just like my father, too boldMaybe you’re just like my motherShe’s never satisfied (she’s never satisfied)Why do we scream at each other?This is what it sounds likeWhen doves cry
It’s always humbling coming back home.
Minnesota—every time I return, I’m flooded with memories. It’s a place that reminds me of so many different things, both beautiful and challenging.
- I’m reminded that I’m short here. At 5’6”, I feel like a baby, surrounded by giants. The Nordic influence is undeniable; people here are tall and broad, and I feel almost childlike standing next to them.
- The energy in Minnesota is undeniably political, and you can feel the collective pride here, especially when it comes to Tim Walz.
- Native Americans are revered here in a way that’s rare in many places. Their culture, history, and contributions are celebrated, respected, and woven into the fabric of Minnesota’s identity.
- People here are genuinely nice. I remember being tormented as a kid—but when I hit high school, I started to understand the quiet, humble kindness that Midwesterners are known for. It’s a kindness that mirrors Canadian niceness.
- Minnesota also has a reputation for excellent healthcare, with the Mayo Clinic being one of the best in the world.
- And then there’s the greenery. Minnesota is lush—forests, lakes, and fields of grass that seem to stretch endlessly.
- I miss the Minnesota State Fair. It’s not just any fair; it’s the largest in the U.S.
- But as much as I have fond memories of this state, I’ll admit—I don’t miss living in the tundra.
- And oh, no sales tax on shoes and clothes. That was one of the things I took full advantage of when I lived here.
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