i35 ends hereIt's Saturday and I'm only THINKING about Duluth during a visit to the twin cities. Why is it that a city girl would be shipped to Duluth at the onset of a frigid winter only to find herself hesitant to leave five months later?
I moved to Duluth in September '04 completely against my will -- sans computer, snow pants, car, dog. I thought I'd be chomping at the megabit to get out of there at my first possible chance but something strange must be going on. I've been offered a job in a big city, closer to family, closer to dog (and snow pants but at least the dog isn't buried in a storage pod).
I'm down here now THINKING about it and, honestly, I don't FEEL like leaving Duluth. What about the drive down Central Entrance toward the medical corridor?? And what about that odd-looking, somehow-growing-on-me, freakish but gorgeous at night lift bridge? I can see it from my front porch if I lean way over the railing. And what about the horrible shopping at the Miller Hill Mall??
I haven't spent my rent money on a great pair of shoes in ages. Basically because the only great shops are 200 miles away.
Solvency borne of exile.
So why is it, exactly, that I'm hesitant to move from this economically depressed, under-educated, gorgeous, friendly, passe-tech town?
I'll keep you posted.