Home. Weird.
Well, I've been home - that is, Minneapolis, although the more I'm here the more I'm convinced that Chicago is home - and it's weird. My parents are not the weirdest thing, actually; it's weird living with them, but they haven't attempted to enforce a curfew and I don't see them much, anyway, since I've been out pretty consistently since I came home on Saturday night. But being in Minneapolis is decidedly weird. I think Amanda was the one who called it decompressing ... I haven't decompressed yet. I'm still in frenetic finals mode and the sudden lack of things to do and learn and produce hit me hard. So has the separation from Justin, but he's coming to visit at the end of December and will stay until we're back in Chicago, so that's exciting.
I think it's that Minneapolis didn't change and I did.
I mean, people always say that going from a big city to a suburb is weird because of all the wide-open space and lack of freneticism, etc, but I remembered exactly what Eden Prairie was like and exactly what my medium-sized Minneapolis was like and it wasn't a shock to see it again. It didn't look smaller; it looked different than Hyde Park and Chicago, but it didn't look smaller or different in any way. I just feel different in it.
My teachers are decidedly weird. I went to visit them today. While they're still as wonderful and sweet and interesting as they always were, they seem somehow smaller. Weird.
I guess since I changed when I left Minneapolis, I expected Minneapolis to change when I left it. But it didn't, and everything is exactly the same and unmoved (except the menu at Figlio no longer offers my favorite pizza and the construction on Excelsior is done and the US Bank is gone and Caffetto has a bunch of new paintings and when I walk around my BN I don't recognize the employees) when I expected it to somehow alter without me in it.
Weird.
I think it's that Minneapolis didn't change and I did.
I mean, people always say that going from a big city to a suburb is weird because of all the wide-open space and lack of freneticism, etc, but I remembered exactly what Eden Prairie was like and exactly what my medium-sized Minneapolis was like and it wasn't a shock to see it again. It didn't look smaller; it looked different than Hyde Park and Chicago, but it didn't look smaller or different in any way. I just feel different in it.
My teachers are decidedly weird. I went to visit them today. While they're still as wonderful and sweet and interesting as they always were, they seem somehow smaller. Weird.
I guess since I changed when I left Minneapolis, I expected Minneapolis to change when I left it. But it didn't, and everything is exactly the same and unmoved (except the menu at Figlio no longer offers my favorite pizza and the construction on Excelsior is done and the US Bank is gone and Caffetto has a bunch of new paintings and when I walk around my BN I don't recognize the employees) when I expected it to somehow alter without me in it.
Weird.