ACCOZZAGLIA

I’m surprised to think that I may actually like it here. This is perhaps the first time I’ve ever seen fog look like smoke. Being that it is, well, fog, I would have thought that wind would simply help push it away. Not so.

And even though I still have a week before going home, it’s already becoming apparent that paradoxes are not so uncommon, as when it comes to standing in the place that you live.

Minnesota definitely carries its weight of being so beautiful (when it’s not spending over half the year in polar incubation) this time of year, which I suppose offsets such annoyances as the icy nature of the Lutheran ethos, which is pervasive on so many fronts.

The power (or is it control?) to effect change on such a profound level is a tempting perk. Is it for me? Kind of a silly, pointless question, I suppose. However, it’s possible that I’m less interested in power, and more so in the asset of credibility.

Tack dignity to that. Once the suit is over, I know that we [will have done] our level best to effect this change. What happens from that moment forward — the one which deems the matter “case closed” — it will be time to move on. As much as Minnesota has reasons for me to stay (e.g., it’s easy to be complacent, to declare that Minneapolis is “good enough”), those must take a back seat to what’s next — to be just a little selfish and focus on my needs in education and what I would like to do from here on out.

Northern California? Hard to say. It’s even more conducive here for one to oasis themselves from the rest of the world. Not yet. Maybe it’s worth looking into after school, which could be a decade away. I have no clue now.