I’m from Minnesota. Over ten years ago, my husband and I decided to follow our romantic wanderlust and see what else the world had to offer. And we discovered there were mountains. And they were good.
We moved West (with a capital W). Montana felt wild and alive to us. We spent all our free time outdoors. We got in shape, kind of on accident, so that we could enjoy the outdoors better and longer.
Eventually we moved to Portland. Things morphed, like they do over the years. We still enjoy the outdoors, and getting in shape became our big focus. Now I’m a runner. And that is easy and excellent, because Portland is awesome for running. The weather is temperate all year, the terrain is challenging and inspiring, and there are a lot of wonderful like-minded people.
Now we’re moving back to Minneapolis. I’m all grown up with a grown up job. But I’m still the same wide-eyed dreamer that left. I feel like I’m returning to something I’m not anymore, and it’s a little suffocating. I can’t envision bringing the me that I am now back into my world of then.
I know that this is not really the case, that the city can be what I make of it. And like it or not, it will not be the same as it was ten years ago. And that with different interests, I will notice things there that I took for granted before.
I know all this, but I don’t want to run in the cold.