Breckenridge will always have a special little corner in my heart. I can hardly believe it has been seven years since we drove down Highway 210 for the last time. Well, the last time as residents of the town on the other end. I can probably count the times we’ve gone back to visit on a hand and a half. Each time we go back it is a good experience. We see people we haven’t in years, we hug, and catch up. This weekend was no different. I didn’t have the time to see any of my friends and former classmates, but I did get to visit with old neighbors. It felt as though we should have simply walked through our backyards to our old house. I can hardly believe how much the kids I used to babysit have grown! Some of them are in high school now. I know I am only 20 (well, nearly 21) but it makes me feel way old. I saw my former piano teacher. I haven’t seen her in, well, about 7 years. That means I haven’t actively played the piano in that long. My little sister is the same age I was when we moved away. As I think back to how much I have changed in the past 7 years it makes me wonder what the next 7 have in store. Will I have a job I enjoy? Will I still be writing? Will I be married? Kids? That is too much to comprehend right now, especially when I am feeling as though I am already growing up too fast.
(I need to intercede here to let you all know that Emma, the cat is currently curled up on the couch sleeping and looks oh, so adorable.)
I realized a few things while visiting this weekend. One, is that I am glad we moved to Marinette. One shouldn’t have any regrets in life or everything would be negative. From time to time I would wonder what life would have been like had we not moved on January 1st, 2001. I know now that everything that I experienced in Marinette was for the better. I can’t imagine life without the friends I have made through the years. Even the education I received, dismal as it may be, was slightly better. There are good things about the little bay-side town. One thing I don’t miss is the smell of Minn-Dak during sugar beet season. (They are currently harvesting the ugly little things) It is like a fart, but slightly more rotten. It is also windy all the time, flatter than all get-out, and real small. Marinette smells fresh, has a lot of trees, and a beautiful bay view. Plus we not only have a Walmart, but a ShopKo, and a K-Mart. We’re so special over there.
I may be living in Minnesota currently, but I am both a Wisconsinite and a Minnesotan. One really can have the best of both worlds. I couldn’t live anywhere else. I cheer for the Packers and the Twins. I can have more than one hometown. But right now, I need to write a paper. As much as I love reminiscing, one can only procrastinate so much.

