Living in Bloomington. What is there ever to say? I feel bad when people ask me, like they always expect a better answer from suzy sunshine...that just can't be it.
Not living in Minneapolis. It's a strange struggle for me. That's really the only short way I've found to describe it. I feel displaced. This morning when I left for work, I had to plan what I would fill my afternoon with so I can go to small group. But I'm so tired, I don't think I'll last.
And it seems silly, because people that aren't from Minnesota or the Twin Cities consider Bloomington and Minneapolis synonymous, to me they are far from it.
It feels so empty, I wonder where all the cars are, when I'm driving around at midnight. I have to drive so far to get to everything; I don't even think about biking because I hate the idea of riding on the sidewalk.
I think I'm a city snob. It's official, who knew it would ever come to pass. I laugh about when I used to get lost and so frustrated in the city, and now I know my way around and can spot the suburbanites or out-of-towners. I come here and hesitate to leave.
It's so different, and stupid to try to explain. I see looks of misunderstanding and confusion as to why I could complain about it.
And so I say, it's a struggle.
