Kid’s story: “Home”, sweet “home”

Timeline: Sunday, 10:53 p.m.

I see: the pile of readings due tomorrow

I hear: my neighbor, as usual, moving things around in her kitchen

I smell: freshly brewed, top-of-the-line gourmet coffee (drool…)

I feel: sleepy yet satisfied

First off, I am VERY happy to be back in my apartment.

No, wait, I think that should go last. Let me start over…

This weekend I was in Minneapolis, MN, for a job fair. Despite it being the main purpose of my trip, I will share very little of the job fair itself, other than the fact that I’m looking forward to 45 seconds of conversation to make worthwhile the circa 72 hours that I spent there.

The city of Minneapolis is a place where I hadn’t been before. I must say that the first enlightening thing that I brought back from the trip is a renewed appreciation of the Columbus weather. I mistakenly assumed that, as has been true of most of my previous, non-FCOB related trips, the location of the event would be my hotel, hence making it unnecessary to go outside. I never asked, but I was never told otherwise either. Given that the dress code for the event was business formal, packing could not be as light as I would have liked in the first place, so I didn’t consider taking a coat, gloves, hat or anything similar.

The city greeted us with a whopping 6°C which quickly faded away and we never saw again, as the high forthwith was 3°C and didn’t hesitate to go quite a few times into the negatives. Oh, the horror of having been brought up in tropical weather and wearing barely a scarf in those conditions…

A second enlightening thing I brought back was that ignorance is seldom bliss, and it certainly wasn’t in this case. Minneapolis has a many-miles-long skyway system that interconnects most of the buildings in its downtown area (including among many others the Marriott and the Convention Center, both of which comprised my useful area), thus eliminating the need to go outside. Needless to say, I didn’t know that, and apparently some of the people in my group did know that it existed but not how to use it. The upside is that I spent only my first day in ignorance and henceforth refrained from wondering “hm, are there no pedestrians in this city?” by simply being where they actually were.

Third: strong cold temperatures will erase parts of your memory, so the lesson is that next time I go partying where there are Jägermeistern served by either MH or JC, I will take a cab and not walk for 20 minutes back to the hotel. Yes, I do blame the cold for that; enough said.

Now I can get back to my original point: I am VERY happy to be back in my apartment (still my “home”, not yet totally my home). Sharing a hotel room with two strangers (men) is not so appealing; for some reason, they didn’t like the fact that I take an hour in the shower in the mornings. Also, although the job fair was useful and I had tons of fun (including seeing Alejandro Fernández in a private concert he gave for us attendees; oh, yes, it happened and oh, yes, I did go a bit crazy), I am staring now at a big pile of homework (i.e. reading) and housework (i.e. cleaning) that just didn’t manage to get done without me here.

Next time, I’ll double check the necessary clothing for trips, take some readings with me, and do something about the memory loss thing.

“Write it, get it, paste it, save it, load it, check it, quick rewrite it…” – Daft Punk