Fargo
Tomorrow, my wife and I, along with Salvation Army officers from all of Minnesota and North Dakota, will start a three-day conference in the city of Fargo. This is the first time I've been back in Fargo since moving out in August of 2010. As excited as I am for the conference and connecting with my other officer friends, I may be even more excited to revisit some of the memories we made during our almost two years living here.
My bride and I essentially started our marriage in Fargo, moving here just shy of two months after getting married. We celebrated our first anniversary at the Hotel Donaldson restaurant downtown. Less than two months later, our first child, a beautiful baby girl, was born at the Innovis (now Essentia) hospital. We would often get together with friends of ours who lived only an hour away in Fergus Falls, Minnesota. A lot of memories (most of them good) flood my mind as I think about this town.
I do know, though, that change is pretty much the only constant in life. I'm not the same man I was five and a half years ago (thank God!), and I know this city isn't going to be exactly the same way that I left it. While I look forward to seeing familiar places, I also look forward to seeing how the city has grown, developed, and changed.
The life I'm living is one that comes with an occasional move, and so far, I haven't stayed anywhere for more than two years in my adult life. This doesn't feel like I'm leaving anywhere, though. It really just seems like I have more places to go back to, to remember, and to love.
Fargo, I'm coming home.
My bride and I essentially started our marriage in Fargo, moving here just shy of two months after getting married. We celebrated our first anniversary at the Hotel Donaldson restaurant downtown. Less than two months later, our first child, a beautiful baby girl, was born at the Innovis (now Essentia) hospital. We would often get together with friends of ours who lived only an hour away in Fergus Falls, Minnesota. A lot of memories (most of them good) flood my mind as I think about this town.
I do know, though, that change is pretty much the only constant in life. I'm not the same man I was five and a half years ago (thank God!), and I know this city isn't going to be exactly the same way that I left it. While I look forward to seeing familiar places, I also look forward to seeing how the city has grown, developed, and changed.
The life I'm living is one that comes with an occasional move, and so far, I haven't stayed anywhere for more than two years in my adult life. This doesn't feel like I'm leaving anywhere, though. It really just seems like I have more places to go back to, to remember, and to love.
Fargo, I'm coming home.
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