Minneapolis in the spring
Well here I am, back in the states, and back in Minneapolis, and I will have to say, I am a bit leary of writing knowing how many people still may read this. But you know, what is life without some good ole reflection that is read by the entire world? Haha.
Anyways, I am back in Minneapolis after working for my dad, and it is good to be back here. But it is also strange. Strange because everyone is moving on and more literally moving away, which is good but also sad.
I started my new job yesterday I think I am going to like it. I am the site supervisor for a green project, helping 14-18 year olds think about how all water here in Minneapolis flows into the Mississippi and how we can plant plants, etc, to make the water cleaner before it goes in there. I am excited.
Life on the personal front is up and down. I miss traveling but I am glad to be home. I miss the people I've met but I am happy to see the people I missed. It is strange.
I am stressed about New York as well. Is that really what I should be doing? Am I really the "following" type? Should I pursue my own dreams instead? I have many questions and as the summer continues on, it seems they only get intensified. Life is crazy. I feel I need to be ever-fascinated by the person I am with and sometimes it feels that I am not. But is that even a realistic expectation? Who knows.
Well I have babbled enough for one day.
Anyways, I am back in Minneapolis after working for my dad, and it is good to be back here. But it is also strange. Strange because everyone is moving on and more literally moving away, which is good but also sad.
I started my new job yesterday I think I am going to like it. I am the site supervisor for a green project, helping 14-18 year olds think about how all water here in Minneapolis flows into the Mississippi and how we can plant plants, etc, to make the water cleaner before it goes in there. I am excited.
Life on the personal front is up and down. I miss traveling but I am glad to be home. I miss the people I've met but I am happy to see the people I missed. It is strange.
I am stressed about New York as well. Is that really what I should be doing? Am I really the "following" type? Should I pursue my own dreams instead? I have many questions and as the summer continues on, it seems they only get intensified. Life is crazy. I feel I need to be ever-fascinated by the person I am with and sometimes it feels that I am not. But is that even a realistic expectation? Who knows.
Well I have babbled enough for one day.