I just got back from Minnesota yesterday, and I'm happy to be home, but I miss the North!
I didn't do too much in St. Paul (besides hang out with relatives--my grandma is kind of a badass), but then my cousin, Kayla, and I drove up to Grand Marais, and that's where I felt like magic.
Growing up with two family extremes was confusing.
Today is my dad's birthday. He is an amazing person, and I'm so lucky to have him in my life. I've written about my mom on here before, but not so much about my dad. I wanted to write a bit of an "Ode" to my lovely, lovely father.
Do you ever wonder about people who have seemingly vanished? I do--because I know someone who has. My uncle Greg has been missing for 22 years. I don't remember him much, as I was only 2-years-old at the time of his disappearance, but I've always felt a strange connection to him. He was my Dad's only sibling. He was in his 40s when he "disappeared." He was living in Florida at the time with my Grandparents. He left all his belongings in his car and wrote a note...