Currently lounging in the Chanhassen Starbucks escaping –15 degree weather with a two pump peppermint coffee. This state rocks!!!
Scanning the room only to find enough black knee length North Face jackets to fill an outlet. How many pom pom hats can I count? Sorel boots, Uggs, and ski socks. Automatic car starters are essential here. Needless to say, Minnesota is slightly chilly today and the nippy air really hit me making the three minute trek from Youngstedts carwash to Starbucks. Next time, the Adidas are staying in my closet and the fuzzy Sorels will get their chance to shine through the inches of fresh snow.
Since I am moving to another brisk city in 5 days, I’ve decided to write about some fun, chaotic, unforgettable Minnesota memories to reminisce on the time I’ve spent here.
Lets flash back to the high school years. I moved to Minnetonka, MN about a month into my sophomore year of high school from Mason, Ohio. I went from a class of 1,000 to a class of around 725. God blessed me with the gift of outgoingness, which allowed for a pretty seamless transition into a new high school. My guidance counselor also introduced me to a great girl (Colette Jaeger, thank you!) who helped me meet a bunch of people and took the time to get coffee with me when I knew absolutely no one.
I started to pick up on how hockey works and went to most of the high school games. I now have a personalized Wild jersey and sadly went to my first game in St. Louis, MO a few weeks ago and we lost. Sigh.
I had an enjoyable high school experience. Freshman year = Mason, OH. Sophomore-Senior year = Minnetonka, MN.
All the hockey and football games, I went to every prom and other school dance. The party buses. Taking questionable pictures in protective goggles in Mr. Fenner’s science class. All the dress up days like the white outs and Hippie vs Disco. Sharing a parking pass with my ex-boyfriend and him having me pay for all $200+ of parking tickets :). Oh and then us receiving the Senior Superlative of: Most Likely to be on a Reality TV Show. If you’re reading this and know my family, you know we’d make a drama filled extremely entertaining reality tv show, so thanks class of 2013, you got that one right!
Moving does have its challenges.
Battle One: When we moved to Minnesota my family was in a rocky place. First off, my phone didn’t work. This may sound trivial, but oh my goodness it was awful. I was FLIPPING OUT. Dramatic breakdown, screaming into my pillow, moving to the porch and yelling at the world, the whole shebang. A 15 year old who couldn’t talk to her friends from Ohio…. and didn’t know a single person in Minnesota. Bye bye Sprint. We switched over to Verizon that day and all was right in the world again. Battle one was over.
Battle Two: Shortly after unpacking most of the boxes and getting settled, my parents got divorced. This was simply a confusing time. I am the oldest of 4 and I often feel like I have to make sure they’re all doing okay, all the time. Yes, that’s any big sisters role, but I promise you roles and responsibilities often change when adversity happens. How was school? How’d lacrosse go? Do you need to talk about anything? Can I make you something to eat? Is your room cleaned up?
I make a lot of my decisions with my 3 younger siblings in mind. Being the best role model to them is extremely important to me. Being someone they can confide in and know they can always call for help is something I make sure they know.
If my parents hadn’t gotten divorced, I wouldn’t be the person I am today. I am grateful for the challenges I have encountered because I know I am a better sister and person because of it. If life was always easy peasy we wouldn’t grow. Overcoming obstacles is how people grow, develop, and survive.
Battle Three: My Dad moved to a new house and started dating someone (more quickly than I would like) when my parents separated.
Background on the move: He moved to a house on Lake Minnetonka about 5 minutes away from my Mom. We all adored this house. It was quaint, small, huge windows with breathtaking views. Needed some serious remodeling, but we loved how homey it felt. The hot tub overlooked the lake and our dock where our first boat sat tied up. I remember my dad asking me to help decorate the house, which I loved because it meant he respected my opinions and thoughts. It wasn’t just his house, it was Amorosi 2.0.
I have a lot of memories from this house. The best part is most of the memories are good and happy. My dad would make his yummy salsa and give me containers of it to bring back to college. We would make whip cream together. He always use to make homemade whip cream and sometimes we’d dye it one of the colors of the rainbow. We had family meals. He use to love taking us tubing and messing around on the lake for several hours. I always felt safe at my Dad’s house. He use to be my favorite person in this whole world. An incredible superhero-like Dad.
Then his relationship started to get more serious. At this point I was a junior in high school I believe. I’ve struggled with my dad’s relationship for years and years. My last two years of high school were difficult for me. I was angry. I was scared and a lot of anger comes from fear. I’ve tried to come to peace with it, but in my eyes, its far from a peaceful relationship. For years, my Dad and I’s relationship has been diluted and every single day I miss him. I miss his awful dance moves. I miss him responding whenever I sent him a video of me singing whenever our song came on when I’m out.
Background on Our Song: Our song is “Don’t Stop Believin'”. When I was a baby, my dad use to sing this song to me while he rocked me to sleep. He was a new dad and didn’t know any baby songs. I love that story so much.
Battle three hasn’t been resolved yet, but I hope one day, hopefully sooner than later, we can all come to peace with the cards we’ve been dealt. We don’t need another Dutch-Scilly.
Every family all over the world have their ups and downs. Every child makes their mistakes. Some larger than others! I admire my sister Ashbey for overcoming more adversity than anyone I know (that’s a story for another time). She’s very strong, very resilient.
It’s also important to remember that our parents make mistakes as well. No one is perfect and that’s what makes life interesting and keeps us on our toes each and every day. Our parents mistakes and successes both teach us valuable lessons. I am almost 23 years old and I am still learning from my Mom and Dad.
My Mom is one hard-worker lemme tell ya. She is a single mom with 4 kids, 3 dogs, and a full-time job. She is also dating an awesome guy. There are so many mom’s doing the same thing as my mom and they deserve more credit. She also moved to Minnesota knowing no one. She hadn’t worked since I was like 2 years old. She has come a long long way and I am incredibly proud of the strong, confident, supportive woman she has become.
To wrap up, I am moving to NYC and living in the Upper East Side in a 2 bedroom apartment. I start work January 11th.
My many moves to different states, battles, and successes have made me confident enough to try different things as often as possible. I love challenging myself because it’s exciting!
I have never been financially independent and that is now changing- Challenge 1. I have never gone to a public place to do laundry- Challenge 2. I have never relied on public transportation- Challenge 3. I am so so excited to take on these new challenges. What’s cool is eventually they wont be challenges anymore. Eventually I will have brand new challenges and brand new battles.
That’s the circle of life.
“It is your reaction to adversity, not the adversity itself that determines how your life’s story will develop” -Dieter F. Uchtdorf
A few Minnesota Memory Pictures!