In two days I will leave the Upper Midwest for what is probably the last time. Why would I come back? Sure, wisconsin is pretty, bury my heart along the St Croix, and hell, I'd give anything to visit the north shore, but
Everything went wrong in Minnesota. It broke my headmate Jane, she never recovered. Wisconsin was our refuge from the personal hell that was a suburb north of Minneapolis.
But now Ohio is something approaching a home. I'm actually kind of happy there, though I don't think we'll be there in the long run. Wisconsin now is just the place where my girlfriend used to live, and a couple days she'll live with me and my wife. This is the book finally closing on an era of my life and the start of a whole new one for Rena. A year of planning and fretting is finally coming to a head.
I feel like there's more to say. The words elude me. The emotions faint, like when you think you still hear a siren that went by at the edge of your hearing, but it's all in your head.
So it goes.
