One year ago today we moved into this old house in south Minneapolis. Which means one year ago yesterday we had finished our 1600 mile trek and were eating greek take-out in a hotel room with the three dogs. And one year ago Sunday we were here in MN to celebrate my Dad's 70th birthday.
Over the course of one year in this old house we have painted every room except the kitchen, we discovered that the foundation needs to be replaced, we planted a vegetable garden, revived the pond, had the dining room ceiling cave in spilling gallons of water on the dining room floor, and generally settled into the house quiet nicely.
We have also fallen completely and madly in love with our neighborhood. We've meet and become friends with some pretty awesome neighbors. We've enjoyed the creek and the lake, and the park in all four seasons. And generally settled into the neighborhood quiet nicely.
Over the course of this past year we have run, raced, and cross country skied. We have spent quality time with our families and been reunited with old friends. We've enjoyed our farmer's market, and joined a CSA. I got my old job back. We've returned to Austin to visit the friends we left there. We've shoveled snow. We've been to baseball games, a Pride Parade, the Zoo, and the Conservatory. Over the course of this year we have been thoroughly reminded and convinced that Minneapolis is a great city.