Fall
Everything has rearranged. In (about) six weeks I'll be finishing final packing to move west. Minneapolis has been an amazing home. At one point I had built an amazing life here. It was more fulfilling than I could have ever planned. This city, and her brutal winters, has given me my most amazing memories. I leave it with a record, on vinyl, that I'm more proud of than ever before. I also, leave it with all of Aimee's drawings, and expressions of love. There was a point where that lady loved me more than any other lady had ever before. Despite our ending, I'm beyond thankful for that period of time. All of the cute notes left, all of the zines, my picture on her desk for 2 years. She, at one point, became my definition for Minneapolis. I'm bummed that it's over. I'm bummed she was another lady to simply fall out of love with me. I wish I was still at home, 1441 Marshall #106. However, that's not how things work. In six weeks, I will be crossing the Rockies. I'll arrive, for the second time, in Eugene, Oregon, hoping for a job, a place to stay, and less than a handful of familiar faces. These brutal Minnesota winters will be behind me for a few years. It'll be hoodies and sweaters 10 months a year. I can't wait. I only wish you'd pack up and come hang for a few.