Minnesota: Where I’m From. Sort Of.
Not sure if Army brats are ever from anywhere. I was born and adopted from Korea, but yet I don’t think I’m really from there either. It’s more what I am than where I’m from.
We lived everywhere and moved a lot. I moved even when I didn’t have to anymore. That sort of transience sticks with you sometimes.
My father retired from the military at damn near the age I am right now. Sitting at my laptop, typing about Minnesota and not really doing anything important or accomplishing anything of any great significance. Mine is yet to come, I believe. Most of the moving and traveling was good. But for some reason, I promised myself I wouldn’t move my child around.
So I live in Minnesota. My family is from Minnesota which means, although I am Asian, have never really lived here and was not born here, I’m kind of from Minnesota. I hate the tiny rural area I live in. It smothers you like a little box. I think that’s why so many people here are uptight. They’ve been born and bred in this box and they don’t know that there’s anything outside of the box. In fact, they’re not only afraid of leaving the box…they’re afraid of what’s outside of the box. Do not mention what goes on outside of the box. We’re fine in here, thank you very much.
They do strange things here that I’ve never seen anywhere else. They take their outdoor activities very seriously. I don’t really like bugs and being dirty.
Roughin it has never been my sort of thing. In any context. They’ll eat a squirrel off the highway but tell you sushi sounds disgusting.
Minnesota nice exists. Sometimes. I wouldn’t say it’s anything over and beyond say, Arkansas nice or Florida nice. Minnesota nice is actually behaving like you’re supposed to, to be honest. In fact, if you’re not from around here and you don’t know who’s who, you’ll find Minnesota nasty quite easily.
I guess this is my attempt at making up for my rant on Facebook about racist people and being tired of the idiots here. Because, as the locals say, if you don’t like it, you can always leave.
And as far as states go, I’m here for a reason. So it can’t be all that bad.
One day, my daughter will thank me. Or maybe she won’t. I don’t know. I hope with everything I have that some day I’ll get a hold of this place.
Or if I don’t, have the strength to follow the advice of the locals.
And leave the box.
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