Feeling of Spring

March 7, 2025

There was this trip that I was on in college that I am often reminded of, and I honestly cannot remember why. I want to say it was spring of 2015. With one of my classes, I went to Minneapolis to go to their art museum and see the arts district there.

Other than the feeling, I have very little memories of this trip, or honestly college in general. ( I really didn’t sleep a lot ) There was something about this trip that really stuck with me, though, and I think of it every spring. The weather was mild, but it was still quite early spring, so it was still cold enough to wear a coat. I remember sitting on the bus and driving around an industrial area turned arts district and, for whatever reason, that became a core memory.

I felt the dread of the school year ending because it meant that finals were approaching quickly and I wasn’t sure if I had done enough. I remember examining what life would be like if I moved there after college, and if that was something I wanted to consider. At the time, I had thought often about what life after college was going to look like, and if I wanted to stay in the Central Iowa area after it all ended.

On that trip I decided I did not love the Minneapolis area, and decided not to consider it, but still the thoughts of considering it echo through my memory. I cannot put a finger on why this memory stands out to me so much, or really even tell you much about the memory itself, but the feeling that I had, sitting there cold and contemplating my future, is one that has stuck with me for the past ten years.