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I have posted in my profile that I am from Minneapolis. I was told today that I no longer live in Minneapolis. Correct. But somehow this is what I automatically wrote down. I lived in Minneapolis for over 5 years before we moved to the great suburb of Eagan. It is not that I am ashamed in some way to say I moved to the suburbs. While I never thought I would, I was never (I hope) one of the city snobs that look down their noses at those who leave the city. I think the reason I automatically wrote Minneapolis is because I work there. I feel like I spend my real time there. I have just a few hours of leisure time (if I am lucky) in Eagan, and I sleep in Eagan.

Or maybe it is because I haven't fully committed to Eagan. I can do it at this time of the year on a day like today when it was 75 degrees outside and I sat outside all night on the deck with friends (and frogs). But I cannot commit in the middle of winter when it is 10 degrees. I can't even commit to 50 degrees! Peter tells me I need to take up a winter sport to help me with the commitment problem. I agreed next winter - if I am in Minnesota - I will learn to snowboard. Will I follow through? I said I will do it, but someone once told me nothing is ever 100%, so I am going to stick with that. After all, something crazy could happen and by that time I might need to change my profile address to Miami. Who knows? You never can say for sure.

Ah . . . Miami. I wish I could say that I live in Miami. I did, once, for a short but wonderful 3 months. I came back to Minnesota to finish law school and made a vow (a VOW - that is huge) to my Miami. I would be back some day. I will - but if I had to put a percentage on it, I would say the chances of the that are between 50-100%. Place your bets. Let me just say this so you have the whole story - there is no other city quite like Miami. Even though you already have all your belongings in another city (including your family) it sucks you in. And I am not speaking of South Beach, although I do think South Beach is quite spectacular, but the "real" Miami. The best things about Miami are the little hidden places that it does not reveal to just anyone. The places you are told about by others: Tap Tap, Versailles on Calle Ocho, Tobacco Road, the quaint little ice cream place on Sunset Boulevard, the tiny hut across the street from where I worked serving THE best cafe con leche, the "restaurant" around the corner, which was actually an elderly Cuban woman who opened her front window and hung a sign. I love it. And then there is that feeling - the feeling of being in many different countries all at the same time. The feeling of everyone being different, yet the same at the same time. I love it. Beinvenidos a Miami.

Did I mention that my official post office address city is St. Paul?