So I left Minneapolis. Again. I spent one night with my sister Kim and my niece Hanna (where we laughed and laughed over Hanna's dream journal) and then I drove all the way up to my parents' place in Roosevelt MN.
When I drove up the long driveway, here is what I saw:
...and suddenly everything was right with the world. I forgot that I'm leaving the country in 9 days and haven't really made any plans. I forgot that I am completely homeless and most of my worldly belongings are in my car. I forgot that I just left my job and won't have any income for at least six months.
After just 24 hours here, I've already:
Had a few Vodka Tonics
Took the four-wheeler with my dad out to see a toilet in a pond
Watched the Northern Lights dance across the night sky
Checked a deer carcass padlocked to a tree for signs of bear interference
Sighted and identified at least fourteen different roadkill species
Eaten at Perkins AND Red Lobster, because we:
Brought my mom to Grand Forks for surgery
She had to visit the lady doctor to have a little something removed from
my old apartment her uterus. Anyway after the fact, here is a text she sent to my sister:
"I'm fine. Unfortunately your little sister did not make it."