About a week and a half ago (before coverage of the northeastern portion of the country, which is another story...) I was working for a few hours in the afternoon with Fuzz at Common Roots and it all sank in a little bit... I walked there, and would walk home. When I broke the coffee grinder a couple weeks ago, I walked there, bought a couple cups, and walked home. Walked. For the last few years I lived in one of the most beautiful places on the planet, with two of my favorite people. But I couldn't walk to get myself a cup of coffee. I know this might ring hollow to a lot of folks, but as I was sitting with my friend drinking coffee, then a glass of wine because it seemed like the right thing and we could, I realized I was exactly where I should be.
There is the stress of not being employed and the worry about how long it will take to find something I can love. There is the settling in with the roommates. There is the weather getting just cold enough to make me realize how bitter cold it is actually going to get. There is a lot of Vikings fans. (There's a lot of Packers fans too though, so I'm not alone.) But then there's being able to walk to get coffee, wine, pho, ice cream, cheese curds... There's the walk to the lake that I can run around. There's the beauty of the electric autumn trees. There's music, so much music. I haven't been in a place that's this musically inclined since Viejo San Juan. (There - reggaeton and salsa. Here - indie rock and local hip hop. It's all delicious.)
So I'm going to shop for mittens and sweaters and other winter accessories. When I see a Vikings Jersey I will smile and so "Go Pack!" I will find a job, and it will be because I want to be there and I chose it. This apartment will be my home. I am home.