Hello all...I am back in Las Vegas 
I flew in last night to freshly cleaned carpets...that is a lovely thing to come home to. But...I can't get my pugsey until tomorrow....I hate being here without him.
My trip home was perfectly lovely and I did NOT want to come back. I flew into the after-affects of a snow storm...which actually wasn't that bad except for my stubborness when it comes to not wearing socks with pretty shoes (snow in shoes .... too cold!)
Hans picked me up from the airport .... and gave me the most wonderful hug - where he held on for quite a while and I didn't mind at all. We went to get a drink at an Irish bar in St. Paul and then to his house where we continued to drink and talk late into the night.
Upon entering...I noticed this very llarge column of stacked beer boxes in this middle of his living room. He explained that he was thinking about the "axis mundi"...which I didn't know what that was...and he explained that it meant the center of the universe. For example, Jerusalem would be the axis mundi to several religions. And he had recently heard of an Aboriginal tribe in Australia who had this stick, which was their axis mundi. Each morning, they would take the stick and let it drop...wherever it would fall...that is the way they would travel for the day. One day their axis mundi broke and they wandered about aimlessly for years. He was thinking about that when he built his axis mundi. So...it is this stack of beer bottled boxes and on the top were a coulple of porno tapes (mainly for humor's sake and because he is a boy) and then an envelope from something that his childhood friend Tim had sent him, and "at least one letter from you" (me)....so.... i was quite happy to find out that I am part of his axis mundi ... and part of the "center of his world"....
Now, there is nothing as comforting as sitting in a loft, drinking coffee, and listening to Gordon Downie with him sitting next to me. We sat around the next day drinking coffee in our pajamas and talking into the afternoon until we went to meet my parents for lunch at Figilios. I love that he likes my parents and that they like him too.
My dad and mom looked very good and my dad held up quite well...but when we left it was aparent that he was exhausted. He was a lot thinner and seemed very worn out. I hate to see him like that..especially after how animated he was when Hans was around. I stayed at home for a few days enjoying being at home and with my family. The only thing missing was my sister. (She was still in New York working on ther thesis paper and couldn't come home).
On Tuesday, I went back to Minneapolis and had a lovely lunch at the Egg and I where I had my favorite meal of all time...the eggs commodore (if I were on death row ... that would be my last meal...yummm) went to Saint Sabrina's and got some fabulous earings. I then went to Bob's and had some lovely coffee with escottie. When I first arrived, there were the old bikers sitting outside drinking coffee. I love that! And it was a beautiful day.
I met up with Hans after he finished work. We ended up going to Motley Tuesdays to hear some punk rock karoke and hopefully see Laurie Barbaro from Babes in Toyland...no such luck and then, because he "promised" me her...we went looking at two different Grumpy's bars .... but she wasn't there .... back to his place for more drinking and conversation.
I went to meet a friend for lunch the next day. I made Hans a perfect dinner and we hung out. Where he stated that it was quite nice to have someone to come home to. We had to go and pick up his friend Bianca at the airport...but she was on the couch...which meant that I got the bed with him (although nothing but sleep happened)....I still love sleeping next to him. It makes me feel unbelievably safe.
I had to leave the next day...but was surprised by my sister coming into town and surprising me
....was at home for the rest of my time and sadly had to return to reality. I lost our traditional easter egg hunt....111 eggs to 117....and yes...my family is a bit crazy 
It makes me look forward to going home this summer and feel foolish for being so nervous about going back.
It's nice to go home.
I flew in last night to freshly cleaned carpets...that is a lovely thing to come home to. But...I can't get my pugsey until tomorrow....I hate being here without him.
My trip home was perfectly lovely and I did NOT want to come back. I flew into the after-affects of a snow storm...which actually wasn't that bad except for my stubborness when it comes to not wearing socks with pretty shoes (snow in shoes .... too cold!)
Hans picked me up from the airport .... and gave me the most wonderful hug - where he held on for quite a while and I didn't mind at all. We went to get a drink at an Irish bar in St. Paul and then to his house where we continued to drink and talk late into the night.
Upon entering...I noticed this very llarge column of stacked beer boxes in this middle of his living room. He explained that he was thinking about the "axis mundi"...which I didn't know what that was...and he explained that it meant the center of the universe. For example, Jerusalem would be the axis mundi to several religions. And he had recently heard of an Aboriginal tribe in Australia who had this stick, which was their axis mundi. Each morning, they would take the stick and let it drop...wherever it would fall...that is the way they would travel for the day. One day their axis mundi broke and they wandered about aimlessly for years. He was thinking about that when he built his axis mundi. So...it is this stack of beer bottled boxes and on the top were a coulple of porno tapes (mainly for humor's sake and because he is a boy) and then an envelope from something that his childhood friend Tim had sent him, and "at least one letter from you" (me)....so.... i was quite happy to find out that I am part of his axis mundi ... and part of the "center of his world"....
Now, there is nothing as comforting as sitting in a loft, drinking coffee, and listening to Gordon Downie with him sitting next to me. We sat around the next day drinking coffee in our pajamas and talking into the afternoon until we went to meet my parents for lunch at Figilios. I love that he likes my parents and that they like him too.
My dad and mom looked very good and my dad held up quite well...but when we left it was aparent that he was exhausted. He was a lot thinner and seemed very worn out. I hate to see him like that..especially after how animated he was when Hans was around. I stayed at home for a few days enjoying being at home and with my family. The only thing missing was my sister. (She was still in New York working on ther thesis paper and couldn't come home).
On Tuesday, I went back to Minneapolis and had a lovely lunch at the Egg and I where I had my favorite meal of all time...the eggs commodore (if I were on death row ... that would be my last meal...yummm) went to Saint Sabrina's and got some fabulous earings. I then went to Bob's and had some lovely coffee with escottie. When I first arrived, there were the old bikers sitting outside drinking coffee. I love that! And it was a beautiful day.
I met up with Hans after he finished work. We ended up going to Motley Tuesdays to hear some punk rock karoke and hopefully see Laurie Barbaro from Babes in Toyland...no such luck and then, because he "promised" me her...we went looking at two different Grumpy's bars .... but she wasn't there
.... back to his place for more drinking and conversation.
I went to meet a friend for lunch the next day. I made Hans a perfect dinner and we hung out. Where he stated that it was quite nice to have someone to come home to. We had to go and pick up his friend Bianca at the airport...but she was on the couch...which meant that I got the bed with him (although nothing but sleep happened)....I still love sleeping next to him. It makes me feel unbelievably safe.
I had to leave the next day...but was surprised by my sister coming into town and surprising me
....was at home for the rest of my time and sadly had to return to reality. I lost our traditional easter egg hunt....111 eggs to 117....and yes...my family is a bit crazy
It makes me look forward to going home this summer and feel foolish for being so nervous about going back.
It's nice to go home.
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A lot of things changed for me when I found out I was pregnant with my oldest. Let's just say, I found out who my true friends were. Anyway, my true friends remain close to this day even though we're now scattered across the country, & all the others were left behind with my move out of the city.
I moved up here about 4 years ago & still get nostalgic every once in awhile. Mostly because I look back & realize how very lucky I was at that point in my life. I was surrounded by some really great friends & we were in each other's immediate lives every day.
In a way, I have the best of both worlds though. I don't live that far away...and I do make the trip down every other weekend for my oldest's visitation w/ his bio-dad. So I am able to go to the old places I used to love whenever I feel like hanging out, instead of heading home right away.
Well, there's a very long explaination to a very short question......sorry. So glad you're back on SG. I've missed you!
[Edited on Mar 28, 2005 6:12PM]