Where we’re headed
There’s been a great deal of talk in our family about where we’ll be next year. Seth has been in the thick of job interviews, flying around the country. This weekend, after a great deal of thought, prayer, and mounds of talk, we finally landed upon our future.
In making our decision, I was reminded, once again, why I should never make “I shall never” statements, such as “I shall never live in Florida” (I once told my family, only to later land there for four memorable years). We are headed to the most unlikely of places for our family, and yet it feels so right. Still, Seth and I keep casting sideways glances at one another and saying, “Are we crazy?”
After eight years in the sunbelt, we’re headed to the ice belt. See that eagle up there? We’ll be landing on his tail, tunneling our way through the snow for eight months out of the year. There will be a lot of sweaters. I like sweaters. Garrison Keillor lives there. I love Garrison Keillor. My kids will finally see snow, mounds of it. We will always have a white Christmas. Next year’s Christmas list has already been written: ice skates and cross country skis. And if we land upon a pile of money, maybe a snowmobile. I need to learn how to knit more than just hats and scarves. I need to knit the thickest, warmest, house-sized sock and just pull it over our family, because we are going to freeze. We went out last night and the kids were crying from the Austin cold—it was 50 degrees. Our blood is so thin it’s nearly transparent. But we are going to love it. What adventure! A brand-new place. I’ve been all over the country, but never here, cheek-t0-jowl with Canada.
“I will never live in Minnesota. Who lives in Minnesota?”
Me, it turns out.