Where I am From

I am from the cold, the orderly, the controlled- where people are good, punctual and honest—conversing about the weather and casseroles benignly flavored with ketchup as the hot sauce. My people are the safe ones; don’t take risks, put money aside. The biggest risk of growing up Minnesotan was to become bored to death.

I was polite, practical, to the point—no frills and little fun. I lived in a boxed up, pre-packaged constricted world and ran away to the South, defrosting in order to breathe, to avoid sterile suffocation of my soul. I emigrated to the spontaneous sunshined, leisurely south and never returned to hibernate as hostage to cold and constriction. I found my spirit and my soul survives and thrives at about 70 degrees farenheit.