I just walked back into my apartment.
My face is splotchy red from the cold but I’m sweating. It’s such a good feeling to drop all the wet winter clothes off at the doorstep. I love looking through the fresh – inspiring pictures on instagram. However, apparently I’m following a bunch of Australian creatives on there because they are posting tons of swimsuit photos. Looking at those made me long for warmth, but fat chance for this new Minnesotan. It’s clearly not coming any time soon. That’s fine. I decided to embrace the winter instead. I put on all my hardest wearing winter clothes and once I looked enough like a rolley-polley, headed out to walk around in the glistening sunset after a day of fresh snow. I do find it so pretty up here in the winter. Normally I’m working and can’t enjoy the snow for its beauty. Tonight I just enjoyed it. Turns out, I wasn’t the only one. The river paths were full of other people out running and biking. How strange to see the Mississippi frozen!! Once I got far enough from downtown, I could see the winter weather had made the prettiest purple reflection on the city.
The snow on the ground was fresh and dry. The squeaking sound it makes when you walk is so neat. Remember, I grew up on the beach, so this is all incredibly novel for me. Now I’m back in my apartment and watching the people on the street maneuver the slick sidewalks. Glad to be inside warming back home and drying off. So much to discover up here.
I filled in on KSTP’s live talk show today. I think I was confused the whole time! It’s all good. New experiences are fun. It’s called Twin Cities Live. We had segments about cooking with steamers, thePantone color of the year and organizing our closets. Lots of moving around and ad libbing. The host – Steve – made it easy.
Christmas and the New Year are over.
I worked straight through, so I’m managing just fine. It was always toughest in college. Imagine being a student here at the University of Minnesota. This was the front page of the Star Tribune.
It’s always a little disorienting how lovely and stylish the Minneapolis St Paul Airport is with the gourmet food courts and swank bars.
I mean there’s a fresh squeezed orange juice station. Just don’t think this would work in other airports. People would me touching the oranges and sneezing near it.
The third picture is exactly where I realized this would be my new home. Was on my way back to Memphis and thought – “What the heck. Let’s do this.”
Wonder if the airport style played a role!