Millennials.

According to the facts of the world, a millennial is often described as an individual born between the early 80’s and mid-2000’s. Generation Y. The generation full of questions..Why? What? How?

Being on the older end of that spectrum (est 1989); there clearly is not one “type” of millennial. There are the millennials that know what playing outside and getting bruises from falling down a gigantic snow hill at school is like, the ones that grew up watching Ashanti and Ja Rule on TRL after school. And then there are the millennials that are still in high school when the “raising your children differently” transition began. Happy Holidays not Merry Christmas. Everyone wins in gym class. There is no such thing as dodgeball. Et cetera, et cetera. I guess we could subdivide ourselves as 1st generation and 2nd generation millennials if we’re going to get specific.

We grew up with the internet they say. We are the brain-children behind MySpace, Facebook, Twitter. We came out of the womb typing on a keyboard. Most of us know basic coding without having received any kind of formal training. We have an eye for imagination and wonder. We’re not afraid to dream bigger than ever before and are as selfish as they come. Our opinions matter and we’re not afraid to speak our minds. A good chunk of us might not know the ins and outs of politics but you’re damn right we’ll find the answer to any pickle we get into.

Oftentimes our parents and grandparents – basically anyone before our time – is always offering us failed advice. I’m not saying we’re always right but we’re not wrong. We get and appreciate advice given to us. I personally have gotten the best advice of my life from my mom many time over. But often so much tips on life come from people other than our parents. People who think they know us and most of it…most of it is ignorantly hypocritical.

We live in a generation where independence is a prized possession. More and more women raise the “I don’t need a man” flag. Being born out-of-wedlock, being a bastard child – it isn’t unheard of nor it is frowned upon within our generation. However, to our elders it’s just horrible. Life ruining even. But the funny thing is..that it isn’t.

I don’t consider myself a feminist although I do believe in equal rights among men and women but that’s a topic for another post. I don’t consider myself a woman who needs a man either. Sure, I’m in a happy, loving, long-term relationship but I don’t rely on Channing the way I feel my grandmothers or great-grandmothers relied on their husbands. If we have a child now, before we’re married – it’ll be fine. We already live together and we’re in the market for buying our first home. Yes, I do want to get married. I want to unite us as a family. I want my future offspring and I to have the same last name, the universal “family” life that we’re brought up to belive in. But if it doesn’t happen that way, life will go on.

If I was single in my late 20’s or early 30’s with no romantic headway, I’d probably look into advanced ways to have a child. Become a single mother. It’s no longer a death sentence to be a strong and independent women. This goes for all aspects of the millennial generation. Not just me and not just women. More and more companies are hiring for my generation over applicants who have years of experience. Sure, we may be a generation of selfies but we’re a generation of inventors. Of innovators.

We, more than anything, want to prove that we’re the best generation in more ways than one. Because we are and we’re going to own it. #millennials

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Why Bemidji?

So, it’s been awhile since I’ve regularly blogged.  A lot has happened. A lot of “unexpecteds” I suppose you’d say. We’re moving to Bemidji, MN.

SAY WHAT!?

I know, I know. Quite the change huh? Grand Forks has it all. A growing young city, a great college reputation, stores galore. It has a pretty decent mall, great eating establishments, excellent coverage of local happenings, you name it. I’m a perfect fit for this town right? An eager, 24 year old? Sure, on paper.

I’ve had more people than I can count say “Why Bemidji?” since they’ve heard the news of our moving. And it’s not the typical “Good for you! What made you choose Bemidji” chatter. It’s more like: “Really, Bemidji? What’s there?” Ugh. I’m sick of it.

I’ve had more people look at me like I’m a moron than take it as it is and accept that maybe I don’t care for the legendary night life in GFunk. I like shopping, sure. But I don’t go regularly enough to where I need it to be the staple of the city I live in. And have you seen the water attraction of the city? The river that splits East from Grand? It’s a milky, polluted brown. I wouldn’t let my imaginary dog go in there.

So, with that being said. I’m moving to Bemidji because I want to. I want to live in a smaller (not so busy) city. I want to live where “lake life” is a day to day lifestyle not just a weekend getaway in the summer. I want to live where the tourists flock (because I am a tourist). I want to live in Minnesota again. I want the home-town feel instead of the Canadian invasion whenever I go uptown. I want to find my “home” and I can’t do that in Grand Forks, North Dakota.

I hope that’s good enough reason for those of you who don’t get it.

And who knows, maybe Bemidji won’t be my final resting place. Maybe I’ll want something more. Maybe I’ll regret it. Maybe I’ll miss GF. Maybe I’ll want to run away to New York or duck down in the woods where no one can reach me. Maybe I’ll want to live where Judy Garland grew up or where I can see Lake Superior out of my window.

I have time to figure it out. Some people don’t get it and some people do. I’ve just learned from this dramatic change to be more accepting of peoples choices regardless of what I think. We all have a reason for the things we do and even if we haven’t verbalized why to you; it’s in your best interest to respect each my decision even if you don’t get it.