It’s amazing how much I’ve missed the Twin Cities. Don’t get me wrong, I’m desperately figuring out ways how I can finagle my life’s path so I end up back in Firenze somehow…but after two days of being home, I realized why I’d originally moved to St. Paul, MN. When I rode my bike to Mississippi Market (our local organic food market) to pick up some fresh produce to cook dinner in my own kitchen I found that not only was it a beautiful day outside, all of my neighbors and local store owners were somehow out and about and saying hello to me. It was like a Norman Rockwell painting…and it was home. I’ve baked so many chocolate chip cookies in the last two days that I never want to see another one ever again, and that’s okay. Cooking, taking baths, running along side the Mississippi River, going to the Guthrie…it’s all the biggest “welcome home” a person could ask for. Now all that’s missing are all the old friends…but they’ll trickle in one by one as they finish their exams, triumphant as they all should be.