When the plane is landing, I can still tell you what neighborhood we're flying over. I can tell you what freeways are under the plane, to the right and to the left. What lake is which at several thousand feet.
|Winter in Minneapolis lasts half the year. Not joking.|
I can still tell you what terminal I'm in just by glancing around upon exiting the plane. (Minneapolis has the BEST airport. Every seat has an iPad to play on. Hey free Wifi!)
I remember my first summer in Texas, I just ached to be back North, heading up to a cabin, playing on someone's boat on Lake Minnetonka or running around Lake Calhoun.
Then, the aching stopped.
Now I step foot in Minneapolis and I cringe at the thick Minnesotan accents (did they get stronger while I was away?) I roll my eyes at the insanely liberal things I hear people say ("Corporate taxes should be so high they pay for everyone's healthcare. It's only fair!") And the weather! Everyone is constantly bitching about the dang weather. Hey guys, the weather just isn't that interesting of a topic to be discussed so excessively, alright?
I didn't like anything but the weather in Dallas at first. It felt like a massive concrete jungle with endless suburban sprawl. I had never seen multi-tier freeways nor exit ramps 20 stories high.
|Cray-zay Dallas highways that would be a death sentence of ice in Minneapolis|
I started yoga teacher training a month after relocating here, and found a niche of folks I really enjoyed. They were smart, had a dry sense of humor, were direct communicators and the best part? They wanted to hang out with me on the weekends! In Minnesota, if you haven't been hanging with your clique since high school, you'll be hard pressed to find friends that call you for more than a mid-week happy hour. People just like what they know and are rarely interested in new things, especially friends. It's strange.
|Bright lights, big city: Dallas, TX|
Fast forward to today. I freaking LOVE Dallas! I have my yoga friends, I have my mom group friends, I have my fitness club friends. I didn't know so many awesome people could all live in the same city! I love making fun of its quirks and I love how much people down here just loooooove Texas.
When we stopped through Minneapolis on our travels over the past month, I noticed a strange thing: It no longer feels like home. Even more shocking to me was that I was so glad I no longer live there.
Everyone is Dallas is so much more fun, unpretentious and genuwine. People just want to kick back with a drink and laugh together. I think I've finally found a place where I fit in.
Hey Dallas, you're not so bad after all.