high-school flashback

I had written an old friend from high school when I was in Peru and she just replied. It's so crazy to think about, the high-school person she knows, and what's happened to her as well as me. She got married and moved to Georgia because her husband was transferred there for his work. And her dad just died two weeks ago. So she's in Saint Paul now...but I am not. It's also nice to catch up, since I don't plan on going to any high school reunions. High school was dreadful.

I also keep accidentally running into blogs and stories from people in the Twin Cities. In the book Wasted, she refers to what is obviously the Hard Times Cafe. Another story in a feminist anthology refers to Minneapolis, and another blog was talking about the bazillions of coops and natural food stores that are there. I don't feel depressed or regretful, but I kind of think that people who never leave the Twin Cities have a good point. You found a good place, don't mess with success. You don't need to move. On another end, you have peopleents who are always somewhat sad and want to go back to their home country, but already have an established life here. And I know some people don't like where they are from, or don't like to stay in the same place. But it's nice to have the sense of security you get from a place called home.