Notes From a Room

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.

Cheers- Adriana