Minnesot-ah.

So I took a spur-of-the-moment trip up to Minnesota last week, to see KP. She’s been uber-sick for what seems like forever, so I was hoping to bring some cheer. Instead, I brought my own bug and spent a day and a half of my two-day stay on cold medicine, loopy as anything. Figures. Haha.

Still, it was good to see my Kimmie. I really miss having her just a mud wall away, always there. Life’s so busy and wild these days, I worry my most important people will get lost in the shuffles—theirs and mine. It’s hard to even connect on the phone anymore. I’m working so hard to “be where I’m at,” but sometimes it seems you really do need to be in two places at once.

(Disclaimer: I know this isn’t an earth-shattering idea for any of you—it’s simply about life, as is most of what I write on here these days. But I’m just putting the pen to the paper—it’s what I do. And I guess you’re welcome to be a part of that…)

That’s why I got in the car and drove the seven hours to Cambridge, MN. I figured that’s about as far as we’d drive to get mediocre potatoes in Sudan… so no big deal.

And in an amazing twist, we actually got to reconnect with Pattie, as well. She’s from Texas, but was randomly about an hour away from KP. How sweet is that?

Imagine, Kim and I tearing out of the mall doors and into the parking lot to give Pattie Chapatti her welcoming hugs. We were tempted to actually tackle her, but thought better of it—what, with all the wet pavement and people watching and all.

All in all, it was a good, quick trip, despite being sick and all that driving. Staying out at KP’s farmhouse with her folks felt like coming home. Being with the roommates, understanding their struggles and being really understood, and swapping stories was—now that I think about it—just what I needed.