Moving Again

It’s that time of year. The weekend when everyone packs up their earthly belongings and trucks them to another part of the city. I’m one of those roving pack-rats, although I’m not staying in Minneapolis this year. I’ve been in Minneapolis for the last 4 years — I love it here, it’s a great city. But it is time to try something new. Starting September 1st I will be in St. Paul, Minnesota’s great capital named after the first christian pope ever ordained (by Jesus himself). I’m moving to Grand Ave, an upscale row of vintage wood-floored apartment homes, restaurants, and shops. I will be living right across the street from “Shanghai Express”, a little Chinese joint that I’m excited to check out — and right down the street from a great sushi place as well.

Moving is always a soul-exhausting experience. You tear everything down from your walls and put everything you own in boxes. Your projected ego crumbles into neatly packed containers, tucked away in your brothers pickup truck. What’s left? Nothing but your true self — that mysterious nomadic entity known as your conciousness. This can be a great time for self-renewal. As you rebuild your living space you have a chance to rebuild your self. Throw away all those old posters. Re-arrange the furniture. Maybe consider that the living room shouldn’t be centered around the television. Buy a record player. Meet your neighbors.

I’ll have to learn the bus routes to get to school. I’m hoping to bike around downtown a bit to get aquainted with my new city before the snow falls. My house is starting to decompose — all my roomates are packing up and ready to move on. I guess I am ready too.