Hey people it’s me again. I’m back on this thing so we’ll see how long this lasts. As some of you know, I go to school in Indiana, it’s like super random and like in the middle of nowhere. Most of my friends at school are from this wonderful state, usually from a suburb of Indianapolis that ends in a “ville” or “burg”. I always try to convince these Indianans (I think that’s what they prefer to go by) to come visit me in my lovely state but no one really finds Southern Canada to be that appealing no matter how nice we are or how many big ponds we have.
Finally my friend Lexi from the land of Indiana ventured to Minnesota last week. Success at last. I finally got one of them to come out to my mysterious homeland (don’t tell anyone that it was only because she had a layover and delayed flight and only stayed for 12 hours it still counts okay?)
I picked up Lexi from the airport and gave her the classic tour de ‘sota. Showed her all of our huge ponds, world’s largest shopping mall (didn’t make it to the world’s largest ball of twine… sorry Lex, next time), pretended to know the difference between St. Paul and Minneapolis, and revealed where the moccasins are at. Side note: Yes I live in Minnetonka, like the moccasins.
While I was showing her all of these things and trying to prove that Minnesota is more than just some state way up there, she managed to notice one of the greatest things about this state without the help of tour guide Libs. While headed to the lake, we sat at a four way stop for a solid 2 minutes. Each car flagging the other one to go ahead, refusing to go until the other does. I didn’t even think twice about this little gesture but once we finally made moves from the four-way halt, Lexi brought to my attention that waiting this long at a four way stop isn’t a thing in most places. Interesting. Maybe my commute to work would be a little quicker if I didn’t freaking do the Macarena flagging people across every day. Or maybe my run would go a little faster if I didn’t have a full on conversation with everyone I pass on the trail.
Although we may not have some crazy landmarks or an all star sports team, I realized I should really to give this state of ours a little more credit. It’s not everywhere that you can meet 10+ new BFFs on a walk or have a stranger who feels bad for you on your first day working downtown and pays for you when you get on the wrong bus home (that’s another story PS I work now) So moral of the story is, we really have it good here and it’s time for us to appreciate those extra couple minutes we spend every day frantically waving complete strangers across the road.
Keep being nice my friends.
Until who knows when,
PS for those of you who want to visit now, mi casa es su casa.