Fargo

I can not wait to go back to Fargo, North Dakota. Fargo is about the size of Sioux Falls. My dad tells me Sioux Falls is a little bit bigger, but not as run down. Either way I do not care about the comparisons of two cities, I just really miss seeing my friends. Fargo is not a small town but everywhere I went I saw somebody I knew. I used to think it was a bad thing because I could not go to Target looking like crap with out seeing that cute football player from school, but now I miss those guys more then ever! I miss hearing all the latest gossip involving my friends and their lives, and being able to joke around with someone about something idiotic they have done in the past and having them being able to comeback at me with a witty remark about something even dumber that I have done. Another thing I really miss is, knowing I could run into one of my family members anywhere. I have a huge family and if you live in Fargo you know who we are, and if you do not know who we are then you do not really know anybody, chances are you sit at home every Friday night. I miss meeting people and hearing them say “Oh! You are related to ‘so and so’.” The worst part about not being home is I feel like I can not trust anyone here! The first couple of weeks I though I would be fine, that is until I saw every single guy I had become friends with treat me like I was suppose to give myself up to them as a repayment for hanging out with them. In Fargo, we hang out with people because we enjoy their company. I really hope I have just met a bunch of jerks and this is not how South Dakotans really act.