“…except into their home.”
I moved to Saint Paul during the Polar Vortex (quite the welcome). For about a year and a half, I worked from home. Two winters came and went this way, and I started feeling like I was losing my mind…just a tad.
When the third winter started to rear its ugly head, I decided I’d had enough. Something needed to change. I teetered on the edge of sanity and thought I’d give in. YOU WIN, MINNESOTA. I CAN’T DEAL WITH IT ANYMORE.
After some soul searching, and lots oh I mean lots of wine, it became apparent to me that I needed to A) work outside of my apartment and not in an office sharing space with people I never see more than once, and B) I needed to learn more about the things I wanted to do.
Not only did I feel less alone in the desire for a serious life/career change, it gave me confidence on the very things I wanted to work with.
A few months later, I found a better career situation. I’m also engaged to the Minnesconsin boy, so I’m pretty stuck here. Time to get cozy.
I’m going to write about being a fish out of water, a n00b and a wizened crone (depending on the day), concerts I go to, family things, Minnesota, the works. I’m going to write because I need it. Read it or don’t I’ll be here.
There are about five “stories for another time” that I can count in this post. But let this be a beginning.
To wrap up this little intro, I have included the back of my head below. It’s famous! Enjoy.
— Girl Develop It Mpls (@GDImpls) December 12, 2015