This is weird to admit, but I miss St. Cloud. The nonsensical streets, the strip-mall personality, the “why would you walk?” mentality, the plethora of chain restaurants that were always, always busy because no one ever cooks in Cloudtown…and the superheroes. I long for Superman like Michael longs for Rojo Caliente. I always knew where I was, and where I was going, and (most importantly) how to get between the two. Well, maybe not always (one of my first life lessons from St. Cloud: never ask directions to Wal-Mart from someone working at K-Mart).
Alright, I know St. Cloud is basically the dirtmall of cities. It is Ann, and I am George-Michael, and you are Michael: her? Most of all, I know I’ll like my new city eventually — correction, I do like it; I just haven’t figured out how to make it home. I miss feeling at home.