Yesterday, I realized that it’s been ten years to the day since I moved to Minneapolis. I remember driving here from Wisconsin with my brother in our old Volkswagen van. It was an extremely hot day and the air conditioner didn’t work, making the drive seem especially long. We got lost once we reached Minneapolis and it took us a while to find my new apartment building. That all seems like another lifetime now. Minneapolis has long felt like home and I don’t foresee returning to Green Bay anytime soon. But August 7, 1995 remains a significant bright line in my own personal history because I remember a time when I wasn’t sure I’d be going to law school and spending the next decade living at home with my parents seemed like a distinct possibility. And since I’ve been here, I really couldn’t ask for a better life. I’m lucky to be where I am and have so many outstanding people in my private orbit, and now seemed like a good time to remind myself of that fact.
