Boxes. Boxes. Boxes.  

I like to think I’m a minimalist most of the time. I have a few bad habits. Because I love to cook and because I have lived in a small town before my pantry is a precious thing for me. I like to have one of everything just in case. The basics. My pantry will be the last thing I pack and move. Right now I’m trying to get good about using what I have but a trip to the grocery store costs me over $100 every time. 

Today is about all the other rooms in the house. I go back and forth between the living room, bedroom, kitchen and office. Bathroom is mostly done. Have yet to tackle the downstairs living room. I like to be strategic about my packing. Everything is well labeled with who it belongs to, what it contains, what room is goes to and the floor that room is located on (in the new house). 

I can tell I’m getting tired and this is wearing on me because I’m getting lazy with my labeling. There is still enough information to know where it goes but the rest might remain a mystery. 

It is gorgeous outside today. It is over 70 degrees and sunny. I have the house open. Today is one more f those days you wish you could sit in a lawn chair with a drink in hand. Each time those thoughts appear in my head I think about my future and remind myself there will be plenty of time for that later. For now – it’s packing tape and sharpie pens. The trailer will be here soon. I best get back to work. 

The Price of Progress

So my husband and I don’t live in the same house most of the time. It’s the price we pay for our careers. That will soon end with our upcoming move to the north woods. Between now and then we need to put up field stone on the new house and get the current house market ready. So, the separation continues for a few more months. 

Tomorrow I will be spending my day doing home improvement projects, boxing up my life and cleaning. I might do some work work in between all that too. My husband will be spending the day with my dad laying stone. It is going to be marvelous when it is finished. There is such pride in being able to do something yourself, especially something so massive and decorative. It’s the centerpiece of our new home. I will be helping soon once our home in the city goes on the market. My goal – sell it in under 14 days.  

My husband will come home Saturday night with a truck and enclosed trailer. Sunday will be spent loading. That’s our one day together this week, then back to work. We are fortunate that we are both handy in different ways. You have to be a little resourceful moving to the country. The hardware store, the bank, the grocery store and the gas station – they are several miles away – not a few blocks like they are now. 

Say Cheese

Yesterday included one of those activities I really dread, having my picture taken. It’s a small town so the photographer’s studio was three towns over, about a 30 minute drive. On the way over and back I was trying to make mental notes about locations of things I might want to research or check out later. The ladies at the office made a point to say that this town has a Walmart (which I interpreted as “it is large enough to have a…”). A theme I have noted as I drive north and back home every week is that every other town seems to have a Dairy Queen. Down here every other town has a McDonalds. I guess you are a big town if you have both. 

The studio was on Main Street. It is a cute area. In addition to the studio, they have a hardware store, a shoe store, a gift store, a cafe, a pizza place, a bank, a formal wear store and a jewelry store all on the main drag. It was like a step back in time. You have to cross the railroad tracks to get there. Kind of makes you wonder if you were to get stopped for a train would you just pull over and do some shopping? 

The lady at the studio was very nice and professional. After I was done I explored about a four block radius and hit the McDonalds drive through for some coffee before returning to the office. 

I still didn’t like my picture very much but I never do. 

New Hire Fish Fry

I failed to mention that I work from home two days per week because we haven’t officially moved yet. Since I am a manager level employee in a people facing role I hung a flyer on my door called “I’d like to introduce myself”. It contained a bunch of get to know me stuff and pictures. I have used this tool before as a way to get to know people in a more personal level. 

This morning at the office as I was greeted by a coworker who asked me about my love for fishing. I do indeed love to fish. I was informed that he hosts a fish fry at the office for new hires. Not my typical get to know you lunch but I was intrigued. They have it on site. You don’t have to bring anything. Just have to RSVP so he knows how many will be there. Later that morning I, along with several other new employees, received an email invitation to this event. 

Unfortunately, it is a day I work from home and will not be able to attend. But I have been promised that I can stay on the list for a future event. I will look forward to that opportunity!

Originality. Outstanding. You know you are not in the big city any more when…

What Was I Thinking?

The transition to small town living has begun. I just finished my first week at a new job. It was the one element of my life I didn’t intend to change. It was just in the cards. While we had been planning our move for close to three years I had always thought I would stay in my current role and just transfer to a different location. That changed a few months ago when an opportunity landed in my inbox that I just couldn’t ignore. I told my husband that opportunities like this one don’t come around every day and if I don’t at least apply I will always wonder if I could have got the job.

That was a few months ago. It was a very robust interview process. The interviews consisted of a nine person panel from across the organization. I had two interviews with them, one of which required me to give a 10 minute presentation. My final meeting was with the Executive Director. That’s when I knew that I could definitely work here! When word came that they wanted to hire me I think I was in shock. While it was a job I wanted, I hadn’t prepared myself for having to say goodbye to my current employer. I had been there well over 10 years. I had grown to be friends with many of my coworkers. Nothing up to this point could prepare me for how hard this conversation was going to be. Very simply, it sucked.

Looking back now, a week into the new job, it all makes sense.  Over the past two years I had the opportunity to hire 4 outstanding employees and build a very talented team. My departure provided them opportunity to learn and grow. It was also an opportunity for the organization to learn and grow. I had been in my role a long time. I built the department. It took two people to replace me.

During the final four weeks I tried to write down all the things in my head. It wasn’t easy. I worked until the very last minute of the very last day. I didn’t even have time to think about my new job until last weekend. Also, over the past four weeks, I took two trips to my new employer to sit on an interview panel to select and hire an employee in my department. That was incredibly weird. While I didn’t even work there yet, there I was sitting in my new office and participating in panel interviews. It was a unique opportunity and said a lot about the awesomeness of the organization I was joining.

Last week I got a sassy new haircut and dyed my hair back to its original color. I was pumped up and ready to go on Monday. The first week has now ended.  I am super excited about this wonderful opportunity to use my strengths to help a new organization. I’ve jumped in with both feet. I had several people ask me this week if I was drinking from a fire hose. The Executive Director even added in some humor, stating “we don’t let anyone drown, we just give you a longer snorkel.” This is an innovative, dynamic, growing organization. Some of it is like déjà vu for me and I will get to use my experiences to help shape the best part of the business – I’m in the people business.


Additionally this week I survived seeing my husband five days in a row. I say that jokingly. We are calling this the ‘transition period’ before moving in to the same house full time. Not only will I see him three days a week while commuting for my new job  (yes that is unusual) but we will also have to work together a little. We start laying stone at the new house next week.

None of this would be possible if it weren’t for some divine intervention and the village that takes care of things at home for me. The countdown is on…only two months left until the move. Tonight, a toast…to all the movers and shakers making big transitions in life!

Ahhh, Coffee.

So, I think it is fair to say that I have a small Caribou Coffee addiction. Not a bad one, I don’t go every day, but it’s enough that when I know there is one nearby I will stop. My former employer had more than a dozen locations and I knew the nearest Caribou for every one of them. There are 4 Caribou Coffee, 2 Starbucks and at least 3 independent coffee shops in the city where I currently live. I rarely go more than a few days without stopping at one of them.

The one downside to moving is the location of the nearest Caribou Coffee. I was going to be down to one location and it was on the complete opposite end of town from where I would work. Well, that is no longer an option Monday – Friday. As I mentioned in my last post, I took a new job and it’s 30 miles further away from that location. My office is in a town of about 3,000 (I think that is generous). There is one local coffee shop. It has an espresso machine. I stopped there once. Like most of my other small town experiences, they run at a little slower pace. For me to get there before going in to work I need to leave a little extra time in my morning. It’s nothing like the Caribou drive thru at home.

After work on Wednesday night, I stopped at a gas station to get a bottle of water before heading up to check on the progress of our house. I couldn’t believe my eyes…a self-service Caribou Coffee machine! I was in love! The locals probably thought I was nuts. I got out my phone immediately to take a picture of this majestic beauty. I had to send it back to all my peeps back home. I was so proud of my find! I am certain this will be a favorite hot spot for me. Because I have been so spoiled with the amenities of the city I didn’t even know something like this existed. Here’s hoping that there will be many more interesting things to find in all the small towns…only time will tell.


Small Town Living, Big City Life

Description about why I started the blog.

The idea for small town living big city life began about 15 years ago. It was a feeling that generated within me over time. It grew from a variety of experiences and summarizes how I got to where I am today.

I was born and raised in a town of about 45,000 people in Minnesota. I think 4 generations grew up there. Most of my family is in Minnesota and many of them still live in roughly the same area. The town has experienced many changes. I grew up in a residential neighborhood where we came home at dark, didn’t lock our doors, everyone knew everyone else’s kids, you rode your bike up to the library, candy store or corner grocery. You knew where almost every kid lived that rode your bus. Almost every kid in my kindergarten class was in my high school graduation class.

After college I moved to a suburb of Minneapolis/St. Paul, to take a full opportunity with another subsidiary of the company I worked for at that time. It was a big step in my career and I was out on my own. The 7 county metro area had a population between 2 – 3 million at that time. It was huge. I had a solid group of friends and I made the most of my time there. I worked in the East/Southeast Corridor. The group I played volleyball with mostly lived in the Southwest corridor. In addition to every sand court we could find we played weekly at a bar on the shore of Lake Minnetonka. I did some volleyball officiating in the area and I did some volleyball score clock and score book for one of the area high schools. I became exceptionally familiar with all the main passageways across the southern suburbs. It became rare that I was home any weeknight, let alone the weekends. Every weekend was something new to do, a new adventure, a new place to eat or go dancing. I was really enjoying life as a big city girl. However, my busy life in the big city didn’t last long. A family situation called me to come home and after a year in the big city I went back.

Over time the town I knew expanded and grew. Other major employers came to town, housing expanded. The community diversified with other races and ethnicities. Somewhere in there I blinked and suddenly it was a much larger town with more issues.  After I returned to my home town, I got engaged and married. My (now ex) husband and I decided to build a home about a half hour south of town. It made financial sense. We could get more house for less money. We had good jobs and commuting wasn’t a big deal for us. We adopted a child about a year after we got married (it was in the plan).  We enrolled our son in school in the town we worked in and not the school district we lived in. As a result we needed to drive him to school.

It was a good town to raise a family. The population was 700. I knew every one of my neighbors. The kids all played together in our cul-de-sac and went back and forth between the yards. They rode their bike to the park two blocks away to play. As they got older they could ride to the gas station up town (really only about 6 blocks) to get snacks, candy, milk, etc. During the few years that I lived there I met some of the most amazing people and had some of the greatest experiences of my life. Our neighborhood circle had several families with children about the same age. We watched each other’s children, we hung out together on the weekends, we watched each other’s homes and pets when someone was on vacation, and we worked on home projects together… sometimes those included other extended family members. It was an awesome small community. These were some of the best years. Then life took a turn. First, the couple across the street split up and they moved, along with their two girls. The single women next to us moved out and a young couple moved in. Some adult indiscretions occurred on their honeymoon (not with each other) and they got divorced and moved out shortly after they returned. An older couple moved in next to us. They were awesome and we finally had some stability. We were particularly close with one family two doors down. Their children were about the same age as our child. We did a lot with this family including vacations and celebrating holidays. There are so many joys of a small town. My favorites include bonfires, spontaneous grill outs, pulling kids on sleds behind snowmobiles and ATVs, sharing veggies from the garden, group canning (salsa was the favorite), garage sales, the annual polka mass and festival at the Catholic Church down the street, and watching three fireworks celebrations in three different towns all at one time from the comfort of our backyard!

The town festival was one of those cherished memories. This annual event brought local bands, a beer garden and dancing in the street, and the ability to walk home to the children all playing together in one house. We would sit in lawn chairs until the wee hours. It was quiet except for our laughter. Our yards backed up to a corn field and at night you could really see the stars.

The phrase small-town living big city life has stayed we stayed with me since that point in time and has become words to live by. When you have a neighborhood community that is as close as I was with my neighbors you develop a very unique relationship. The fact that the town was small and had nothing more than a grocery store and a local bar didn’t mean that we didn’t have experiences that left us feeling like we live the big city life.

I live under the premise that life is what you make it. With this thought in mind we were rich! We had a nice home, a safe neighborhood, great friends and a quiet town. We smiled and laughed on a regular basis. But as you know things change and for me that came about 7 years in. Without listing all the rotten details I realized if I didn’t get out of what was going on in my own house I was going down with the ship. I filed for divorce and put my home up for sale. That was a sad day. To make matters worse it was during the economic downturn and my home had lost value. It was going to cost me money to get out of it. At the same time this was going on Miranda Lambert had just released “The House That Build Me.” It became my son’s rally cry. To this day that song still provokes strong memories of our time there. As a single parent it was just too difficult to make the commute and have no busing available for my child because he didn’t attend school in the district we lived. We moved home to my parents.

The plan was 7 months. I had figured out how to pay of my legal debt and the debt from the sale of my home in 7 months. I was a women on a mission. Then came the news. My dad had cancer. So we stayed longer. On the positive side, I had help getting my son to and from all his favorite activities. It was important to me to keep things as consistent as possible. So in addition to work, I shopped, I cooked, I mowed, I blew snow, I did pickup and delivery from my dad’s yucky appointments when my mom couldn’t be there due to her own work schedule.  We rallied. It was a blessing in disguise. Busing was now available. My career was flourishing. I had a new guy in my life, a gentleman by every definition of the word. I was happy. We were happy. My dad got healthy. I was there about a year and a half. By the time things settled down again the housing market was just starting to recover.

I wanted that small town family friendly feel like I had as a kid and they kind my son had experienced. The feeling of safety. The quiet. I moved back to the town I grew up in. To top it off my son got another cul-de-sac! Things were good. My new relationship was blossoming. I felt secure. I was happy again, really happy. I didn’t quite get the quiet I was hoping for or the ability to clearly see the stars. Too many city lights. I told myself I had 7 years. That would get my son through high school and it’s the estimated breakeven point on a mortgage. I could always make a change later. I just needed to get through 7 years. I had a goal. My then boyfriend (now my husband) moved in with us following an overseas deployment. He traveled a lot for his job so during the time we dated we had been apart more than we had been together. I liked my independence. He had the peace of mind knowing I could take care of things when he wasn’t there. We became a good team.

We love to go back and visit our friends. It is bitter sweet. Definitely not the same. The family that bought our house clearly doesn’t have a green thumb or care about curb appeal. It is an overgrown mess. My family did the brick work on that house and it is sad to see it in its current condition. Then I look at my old neighbor’s driveway and smile. Tens of thousands of pavers, all laid over two weekends. That was a great time. Brothers. Moms. Dads. In laws. Friends. Lots of people helped bring that idea to life. Those were good times – sunscreen, barbecue and beer.

Since that time my son grew up, got his first job, learned how to drive and got a car. We are now approaching graduation. My husband and I got married. We have taken several family vacations together. We are approaching the 7 year mark in our home. Change is approaching once again.

In the past 7 years both my parents retired. Not only did they retire, they moved. No, not south. They moved to northern Minnesota. We made the decision to move about 2 ½ to 3 years ago with the intent to wait until my son finished high school. We know as our parents’ age they will need help. I’m an oldest child and if you know anything about birth order, you know I am the responsible one. My husband is the same.

We started putting our plan into action over a year ago.  We began investing in land in northern Minnesota. Things started falling into place. Things were moving forward. Then my in-laws decided to divorce. I have never been a fan of family drama and mine has plenty. It was a bit of a tough stretch for a while with drama on both sides. Then my M.I.L. decided it was time to ‘get out of town’.  She, too, had lived in a small town most of her life and was looking to make a change. She, too, decided to move north.

Fast forward to today. The next few months are full of big change for us. Graduation and College. Relocation. New Job. Relocation. New Job. New Home. Living with my husband full time again. Back to living really close to my parents again. But the part I am most looking forward to is the quiet, and the ability to see the stars at night. It’s time to get out of the city.

I have a Type-A personality. I am outgoing. I like to be busy, really busy. Most of my friends don’t know how I do it – manage all the things on my schedule. It’s not easy. I love people and I love adventure. This is my last move. I designed this home. We are looking forward to at least two years of stay-cations. We need to build up the savings again after this venture. No vacations for a while. To avoid going stir crazy I told my husband he has to get dressed up and take me out on a date at least once a month. I have all these great dresses and outfits and no one up there has ever seen them. It’s like having a whole new wardrobe!

I started my professional networking almost 4 months ago. Things are falling into place with that too. I already have two activities lined up where I can volunteer and use my skills for a good cause. I am ready to contribute and give back in a whole new area. I do it because I love it and I like to be busy, but it also fills my bucket. I don’t like to sit around so I might as well find productive ways to use my talents and fill my time. It is what I know. It is comfortable for me. I suspect over time I will learn the slower pace of life that exists ‘up north’. For now, let’s fill up the schedule!

Life is different up there. Things move at a little slower pace, except for tourist season. But even then it’s not like what we experience in the big city. Generally people come to the area to relax and enjoy life. Really, life is what you make of it. Here in the city where I currently live drivers are aggressive, always trying to get somewhere in a hurry. No patience. Every restaurant is packed on Friday and Saturday nights. There are things going on every weekend in this town and because of its size and offerings, the weekends draw lots of visitors. It is the largest city for about 80 miles.

I am ready to get back to small town living. But I am not done living my own adventure yet. I’m bringing with me my big city life. I hope they are ready.