I always wanted to live in Minnesota — as far back as I can remember.
I loved vacationing up north and spent each summer anticipating the trip up north and sat in the back seat of the station wagon crying each time our week up north was over and we were driving back home through the woods in Cass County.
I always wanted a green Minneapolis Start Tribune box for my mailbox, an outside thermometer with cardinals on it, and, one of those loon license plates.
Last week I got my third wish.
Despite the fact I will never give up Nebraska citizenship, after about twenty years, I’m starting to feel a little more Minnesotan.

