Minnipeg Part 13
I fell asleep on Saturday night feeling particularly uncertain about the future. August has brought with it a growing nervousness about returning to college, but also an even greater fear about what I’ll do with myself after graduation. I just want time to stop moving. And yet things feel complicated right now, so part of me just wants to fast forward to some magical future where I have all my shit together.
Anyway. On Saturday I was feeling all over the place, and at 1:00 AM I finally called it a night and went to bed. And I dreamed.
I dreamed that college was over and I was moving to San Francisco. This is strange, because I’ve never thought too seriously about San Francisco, or the West Coast. Lately, I’d been mostly considering my old stand-bys: Minneapolis, in my home state, and Austin, that glorious Texan Mecca.
But I dreamed that I was moving to San Francisco, and it felt like the most perfect and fated decision I’d ever made. “Of course! San Francisco! Semple grew up there! Julia Wertz grew up there! Some other people I sort’ve know have liked it there!” I woke up in the morning and had one beautiful, shining moment where everything seemed in perfect order, and I knew exactly where I was headed.
Then I got up and started my day and I realized I still don’t care much about San Francisco, and would probably find it just as hipster-y and neo-hippie-y and obnoxious as any other major city.
August 24th, 2009 at 10:16 am
Actually you woke up to Dixie snorting near your face, eating the cookie dough Chris and I placed there in an attempt to get you out of bed…
August 24th, 2009 at 10:44 am
Wrong day, bitch. Saturday vs. Sunday. SMACKDOWN.
August 24th, 2009 at 11:24 am
I’m glad you didn’t start Dixie-snarling when Stacy (Fergie?) grabbed your hand!
August 24th, 2009 at 5:03 pm
Regarding paragraph 1: yes. Same here.
Also, this reminds me to make your letter actually go through the mail.
August 25th, 2009 at 9:40 am
That magical future is AWESOME. Or, so I’ve heard. By other people. Who magically have their shit together.
ALSO, as part of my continuing ploy to talk up Austin in order to lure the people I like to the city I like, DID YOU KNOW that Austin is essentially the wild west version of Minneapolis? This means it has awesome saloons, lots of people wearing chaps, and just a very few crazy gunmen challenging you to duels. Not too many. Just enough to keep you on your toes.
VOTE AUSTIN!!
August 31st, 2009 at 7:44 pm
I will never forget that morning of cookie dough and Dixie. It was a very good morning.
September 2nd, 2009 at 11:21 pm
Goldfeather: So many wonderful references!! I can always count on you.
Tabitha: I got your letter! It was awesome! Omigosh I will tell you so many more times when I see you in person. But seriously. Awesome. I will have to write you an equally awesome one sometime soon…
Elizabeth: Tell me of this magical Texan future! Live out the dream so I can join you in it, in nine short months. You are doing an excellent job of convincing me of Austin. If you came to my door with pamphlets, I would believe whatever was in those pamphlets.
Chris: Yep. I also didn’t forget it when, later that night, I found a large chunk of stale cookie dough the dog had neglected to discover in my bed.