Minneapolis

So, it's 7:40 am in Minneapolis. Thanks to jetlag, I've been running on a string of 5am and 6am mornings since I got back into town on Saturday afternoon. I've got a rented copy of Transamerica on the television, and I just realized I should revisit this journal at least one more time before drawing it to a close.

The last entry I wrote was right before I headed off to Normandy and Nancy. Both were amazing. Normandy is green, beautiful, and very french- there's windmills and medieval houses and little country churches everywhere. Nancy has a lot of Art Nouveau architecture and a smaller city feel - nothing is too overbearing and it's not overly touristic.

The best way to describe my last week in Paris is that it was a whirlwind of running around the city, saying my goodbyes and trying rather unsuccessfully to get in a few hours of sleep when I could. This whole lack of sleep thing was exacerbated by the fact that my plane was canceled last minute on Thursday. United shacked me up in the Hotel Sofitel at the airport, and I left my bags out there and happily went back into Paris - I call it the best flight cancellation of all time. I spent another two days running around and finally crashed on my Saturday morning flight.

Now, it's Minneapolis. Despite the whole culture shock/emotional issues, I'm doing well here. It's green, the weather is beautiful, I have space, I have my family and friends - and it's something I keep on telling myself everyday and I'm coming around to pretty fast. I'm going to work on gathering my thoughts and getting a little more lucid about all of this, but I think I'll be writing a bit more as time goes on.