Bemidji

I arrived in Bemidji yesterday after a long drive from Chicago and through Duluth. I love it here. The air is so clean, the forests are pure and white, towns are small, and there is little noise. I am staying with one of my old professors and her family. They have a beautiful log house far out on the woods, maybe 150 from the Mississippi. I walked outside this morning and the only thing I could hear was the chirping of a single bird and a dog barking far away. The house is surrounded by forest, and I could see nothing other than trees covered in snow. Everything is still and beautiful.

Last night I went to a Christmas Party hosted by some old mentors and friends. The conversation was exciting, and refreshing.  I lost count of the amount of wine I drank, or how many old friends I saw for the first time in years.

I feel an energy here that I never quite achieve in Chicago. This place gives me great hope about my future.