. . . and strangely, I’m going to miss Minot, ND. Tomorrow morning I’ll pack up my computer for my move, and will be incommunicado for a week or two. But I had a moment tonight. A strangely calm moment. . .
Come Thursday morning, I shall render myself homeless for a few days, with all my worldly possessions tucked neatly into a U-Haul trailer, while I make my way to Great Falls. As much as I bashed this town, I’ve got a lot of memories here. A lot of friends–good friends. A lot of good times, and a lot of stupid times that Cecil, the Grand Master himself would have commissioned Slug to draw a picture of. Either way, I wouldn’t change a thing. Not now, not ever.
I took a moment tonight to stand on our new deck, and watch the sky just after the sun set about a half an hour ago. The river was like a looking glass. The hot, humid wind was still and gentle. The echoes of friends come and gone rang through my ears. I thought to myself, “Trip, it was like this when you graduated high school, and it was like this when you graduated college and left both of those towns. Why does it feel different now?”
I don’t know why. It just does. 
Tripler
Good night, Minot. I’m sure I’ll be back in the future.