Home Furniture Minnesota

Okay.
Beginning of my Career life... I moved from my life time home in Minnesota to Hawaii and was an Interior Designer at a High end Design Firm. I loved it. I'm a warm weather girl and always have been. I was living my dream. But I was single and young.
My Life 5 years later (now) Living back in Cold Minnesota working at a furniture store making the same income I made 10 years ago when I was 16! It's a dead end town that both my husband and I grew up in. Very little job opportunity. I am now married the love of my life and we just had a baby. No regrets about my hubby and my baby.

So in ways... I feel like I'm stuck in this dead end town and have very little career growth potential. Selling Furniture is the closest job I've found in 5 years to being an Interior Designer. We make such little money that my mom and mother in-law take turns baby sitting for us while we work. My husband as much as I love him, hates change and is a no risk kind of guy. I am an all risk take chances and move up in the world kind of girl.
I can't help but to feel I need to move south and pursue my career and my dreams. I will not and won't leave my baby and husband to have my dreams under any circumstance. Which is why i'm in this situation. But please help! What can I do so I don't feel so STUCK!
I've talked to my husband and from time to time he says "go for it, if you find a job in a southern state that pays both our salaries, we will move." So I started looking for jobs and found a few and I found a house we could afford. I told him and he started chickening out and backing down and changes his mind, every time. He says we need to stay here because he needs to be here for his sister and mom because they are all alone and have no other family. And all my family is here too, whom I love very much. Am I being selfish? I love my mother in-law and sister in-law, but I don't want to follow them around and live my life around them. I understand why my husband feels like he needs to take care of them, because his father up and left and he's been the one to take care of them. I get that. And I respect that, but I don't like what it does for our life and my dreams.
Should I just give up on this dream and all my hopes that I can't seem to stop thinking about everyday? What would you do? It is seriously tearing me up inside.
Wow I guess there isn't a solution. No one else knows what to do either.

i think you should find out all the info you should about the job and house that way he should have no way to back out and tell him with the money you will be making plus the money he will make you guys could have your parents come down from time to time so they wont feel so lonely or that you all could go back up and visit if you get home sick and tell him about all the cool new thins that you should do their and even tell him about some school for your baby the only way to get him to go is to make your plan sem as fool proff as ever hope i helped

2010-06-24 20:45:10 by jenp

The Best Furniture in Minnesota

It was raining when I arrived in Minnesota. I pressed my face against the small airplane window as we began our descent. It was June and yet the people below were wrapped in jackets, hats and scarves. Even during the summer it never got very warm in Duluth. A drastic change from what I was used to growing up in California where, even in January, it rarely got below fifty degrees. I sighed and slumped back in my seat. I could feel the tears stinging my eyes. I closed them and took a deep breath, trying to think of other, happier things.
At the airport I scanned the crowd with my eyes, not exactly sure what I was looking for. I hadn’t seen my aunt, Kate, since I was ten years old and I barely remembered what she looked like then. I had no idea what she might look like now, seven years later. Suddenly I was being squeezed so tight I could hardly breath.
“Julia!” Kate squealed in my ear.
“Kate!” I gasped.
She held me out at arms length to get a good look at me. Kate had short, blonde hair that she wore perfectly straight. She was thin, and just an inch or two taller than me. Her trendy clothes made her look younger than her thirty-seven years. She looked nothing like her brother, my father.
“Oh, Julia you’ve grown up so much! You’re so beautiful!” Kate declared with a smile on her face.
I forced a smile. “You look great too.”
I watched as the smile slowly faded from her face, taking mine with it, and a deep sadness filled her eyes.
“I’m so sorry, Julia.” She whispered.
I closed my eyes again to hold back the tears. I said nothing; for fear that my voice would crack. I thought of the reason I was here in Duluth. I had never known my mother, she had died giving birth to me and I had been raised by my father. Two weeks ago, my father had been driving home from work when a drunken teenager drifted into my father’s lane and hit him head on at fifty miles per hour. They were both killed instantly. I was sent to live in Duluth with Kate, my only living relative. I shuddered and slowly opened my eyes to Kate’s worried face.
“Julia, I –“ Kate started, but I cut her off.
“It’s okay.” I mumbled. “I… I’m fine. It’s okay.” I was trying to reassure myself as much as I was Kate.
I was thankful when Kate decided not to press the issue. Instead she gave me a sad smile.
“C’mon.” She said. “I’m sure you want to see your new home.”
She couldn’t be more wrong.
I gazed out the window as we drove through the city. Kate was rambling about school, the kids that I would be meeting in the fall, and how many cute boys there were at Duluth Central High School. I tried to pay attention and occasionally gave an “mmm” or “uh huh” but my thoughts were of other things. As we drove further out of the city and the houses became less and less packed together, my memory kept flashing images of the beach in California, all of my friends there, my high school, my father.
“Well, here we are.” Kate interrupted my thoughts.
I looked up at the house that I now lived at. It was larger than I expected. The long driveway curved up to the house and then back out to the road, making a U shape. The house was beige, with dark blue – almost black – shutters. A deck-like balcony wrapped around the upper level of the house. Since Kate lived alone I had expected a much smaller place. With just her and I living here, we would have plenty of room.
Kate must have noticed my surprised expression. “I know. It’s big, huh?” She said excitedly. “You’ll basically have the whole top floor to yourself. Your room has a walk in closet and there’s a bathroom just for you.” She smiled and waited for my response.
“It’s big.” I agreed. It’s big? Is that all I can come up with? I thought to myself. “It’s great.” I quickly added.
Kate grinned. “C’mon, I’ll show you inside.”
The outside of the house didn’t do justice to the inside. Inside, it was even bigger. The living room was very large and open to the kitchen. Comfortable-looking furniture and polished wooden tables and shelves surrounded a beautiful brick fireplace. It made me think of a log cabin. A very huge, extravagant log cabin.
“Oh.” I breathed.
Kate grinned wider. “So, what do you think?” she persuaded.
“Wow, just… wow.” I replied. I couldn’t deny this place was amazing.
“Your room is right up those stairs.” Kate said pointing to the far end of the living room where a wide staircase led to the next level. “My room is just down the hall.” She pointed to the hallway that ran past the staircase. “I’ll make some dinner. You must be hungry. Why don’t you go check out upstairs and start unpacking?”
The upstairs was a wide hallway with a glass door at the end that led out to the balcony that I had seen outside. There was a door to the left and a to the right. I walked in the left door. Inside was probably the largest bathroom I had ever seen. A massive mirror took up the majority of one wall with a sink underneath. I looked at myself in the mirror. The baggy sweatshirt I was wea
omg im sorry! i didnt realize that it cut off! heres the rest of the chapter

The baggy sweatshirt I was wearing hung loosely around my thin frame. My straight, light brown hair was up in a ponytail. I pulled the band from my hair and shook my head. My shoulder-length hair was tangled and damp from the rain. I sighed; I would deal with that later. At one end of the room was the toilet and against the adjacent wall a long wooden bench. At the other end of the room was another door. I raised an eyebrow and walked to the door. Inside was a smaller room with a shower and a large Jacuzzi-like bathtub. Correction, this was definitely the largest bathroom I had ever seen. I sighed and walked back across the hall to the room on the right, my new room.
I had to remember to breath. The room was huge. On the far side, against the wall was a king size bed. There were three dressers, a desk with a laptop, and a vanity.
Shelves filled with books, CDs, and beautiful, expensive-looking trinkets covered the wall behind the bed. There was another glass door leading out to the balcony and a door at the end of the room opposite the bed that had to be the walk in closet Kate had mentioned. I checked, yep. Kate had, of course, bought me a few new outfits since most of my clothes were tank tops and shorts from California.
I set my bags down and sunk into the bed. I glanced to the glass door. The rain had stopped and the sun was now breaking up the clouds. Some music would be nice, I thought. I looked over at the stereo sitting on one of the dressers and it immediately started playing a country song. Much Better.
I lay back on the bed and concentrated on the things in my luggage. Clothes, pictures, and other things I had brought with me began quickly flying out of my bags and landing in their respective places. It was a convenient gift, being able to move things with my mind.
Now, it seemed almost normal. Though, of course, I knew it was not. I remembered back to the first time I had accidentally used my power.
I was seven and my second grade class was on a field trip to the zoo. I carried my fashion Barbie doll that I took with me everywhere I went. I had my arms reached high above my head, resting on the top of the barrier while I peeked through the gaps, looking down at the beautiful tiger prowling below. Suddenly, my Barbie slipped from my hand and I watched in horror as she fell to the ground of the tiger’s cage. I have always been very intelligent, and even at seven I knew that nobody was going to get my precious doll for me. I just stared in shock at Barbie lying there at the bottom of the cage. When I saw the tiger turn and start striding back towards my doll, I panicked. I knew it was for no reason. The tiger would have no interest in my silly toy.
But nonetheless, my heart accelerated and I knew in my mind that this was the end of my beloved Barbie.
Suddenly, I felt something in my hand. I yanked my arms back down to my body and peered into my hand. There was Barbie. I dropped her and shot a look back to the floor of the tiger cage. My Barbie was gone. I looked down to the Barbie lying at my feet. I quickly snatched her up and glanced around. Nobody had noticed. I put Barbie in my backpack for safe keeping for the rest of the trip.
I had never told anybody about what had happened at the zoo, but whenever I was alone I practiced my skill and eventually perfected it without anyone ever finding out. It was difficult for me, as I’m sure it would be for anyone, to keep such an amazing secret from my friends and my father, but I knew in the back of my mind that telling anybody about my gift could turn out badly. So I kept my mouth shut and didn’t use my power when anyone was around.
I heard Kate on the stairs and quickly jumped up from the bed, snatching my blue sweater out of the air and hanging it up in my closet. Kate knocked.
“Come in.” I called.
Kate glanced around my new room as she walked in. “Wow, you unpacked fast.” She stated and then turned to look at me. “So, how do you like it?”
“I love it.” I answered. “Thanks for the clothes. And the room, and everything.” I smiled.
Kate seemed satisfied. “Oh, it was nothing. Dinner’s ready.”
“I’ll be right down.”
Kate made burgers for dinner and we chatted politely about unimportant things. I hoped that we would be able to get over our awkwardness soon. After dinner I helped with the dishes and announced that I was turning in early.
“Kay.” She agreed, yawning. “I’ll probably go to bed soon, I work early tomorrow. This is your home now Jules, feel free to do or use anything you like. I’ll be at work until 6. Why don’t you go out and explore tomorrow?”
“Yeah, I’ll keep myself busy.” I interrupted. Kate talked too much. “Night.”
“G’night, hun.”
I brushed my teeth and changed into my pajamas. I was exhausted from the long plane ride and the emotional stress. As I drifted to sleep, I turned off the music without getting out of bed.


sorry, i know its long. I will post on a different site from now on if that makes you guys happy.

That was really good. I expected it to be kinda...uhh.....watever but it really caught my attention right in the begginning when she was on the airplane. I love how you explained it, it made me feel like I was really there. It kinda reminds me of a book I read, Double Identity. Keep writing and post the rest of your story so i can see what happens to Kate and Julia.

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Wow i did not expect her to have that power. I had to read that paragraph three times to make sure I was reading it right. The house seems really big and comfy it kinda makes me want to live there too. Continue the story!!

And don't listen to people who tell you not to post stories here. I for one enjoy reading people's stories cuz it gives me helps me see how different people are and how different writing can be.

Keep writing!!! (and posting your stories here)

Merry Christmas!!! :P

2008-12-23 22:23:37 by curious

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so i moved in to this new house and i found out there are roaches (not ny or chicago roaches midwest minnesota roaches) any ways i am planing on moving, but i am scared they will be my traveling buddies (yuk) any ways si was thinking that i get rid of my furniture, wash all my clothes before i bring them in to the new place after i leave this place. but what about my tv, radio, and dressers, which i was also planing on keeping?? should i just spray it real good with raid before i bring it into the new home??? HELP I am soooooooooooooooooo oDISGUISTED@!
question: will bug bomb ruin my televisoion?

I would buy really really strong bug bombs let them off in you home a week before you leave then again the day you move out then move evey thing into one room or garage and let off more bombs and at the first sign of bugs call the bug man to spray but make sure that you don't use the same kind of bombs each time since roaches have a fast rate to get immune to bug killers and to prevent I always have my landlord or bug man put the "Peanut Butter" posion all around i don';t know what it is but if you ask a pro bug man he'll know it a gel like thing that they put under the sinks and counter tops kills the bug that day then then roaches eat him then they die and so on and so on hope this helps

2009-04-23 00:11:10 by cheeze!

My boyfriend and I are thinking about moving from Minnesota, US to Cornwall, UK. He is an EMT training to become a Paramedic, while I am in school for fashion photography. I never felt at home here in the US and feel like i'd find my heart in england. Being near London (a fashion capitol) is a plus and I figured my boyfriend could find a paramedic job anywhere...
However, neither of our families or anyone we know for that matter has ever moved across the US let alone to a different country. We have no idea how to get this idea in motion... should we apply for jobs first? move first? how expensive can this get? what about our furniture...our car and cats? the currency change...
Can anyone offer any advice when moving abroad?

I moved from the USA to the UK 5 years ago. I would advise selling your car and buying one here as the cars have different specifications and have to have a very expensive test before they can be licensed and taxed in the UK. I shipped my Japanese model car over here and I had to get new lights and side indicators, it cost a ridiculous amount of money to insure the car, the test is well over £100 and the insurance was phenomenal before the car had UK plates. You will also need a UK driving licence, which luckily I already had. You can drive on a US licence for a year but my husbands insurance quote was out of this world, so I don't advise it! If you share a shipping crate with a number of other people it works out a great deal cheaper. The only problem with this is that their is no guarentee as to when the crate will be shipped. It took about 4 months before the crate was full and my stuff was shipped from Miami to Southampton. Your cats can go into an official quarentine home in the USA, this is best to do before you leave the US so you can visit regularly. If they pass the quarentine then they can get pet passports and go with you. Air France allow cats to travel as hand luggage (although check if this is still the case).
The biggest problem you will face is jobs. Cornwall is a beautiful place, but it is not overly close to London. The train is the quickest way to get between the two. Driving takes about 5 to 7 hours. In most cases you have to have a specific job that someone in the UK cannot flll, in which case an employer can apply for a visa on your behalf. My husband had a lot of trouble getting his visa, he is a Brazilian citizen but has had visas to work in most of south, central and north america as he has very rare skills that are needed worldwide. Despite this the UK was his toughest challenge and he is married to a UK citizen has 2 children born here and has an engineering job that was advertised for 6 months as very few people in the UK have the experience, he was still put through his paces before he was granted a visa. I wouldn't get your hopes up and it would be best to apply for jobs before you go or contact customs and immigration to find out if there is anyway for you to get visas.
Good luck

2009-04-19 19:20:47 by Navi

Like, could you read a book written through this point of view and this style? Thanks any comments:)

"Here we are, Minneapolis, Minnesota. One of the Twin Cities." My dad pointed out. "Jay?"
I looked up and glanced in the direction of his finger. I had my Mp3 in, and really didn't care if this was a city or hole. Whatever it is, it's terrible.
This whole opperation took a day, and about a month to pack. I hated every minute of it.
"Yeah, cool."
"Jay, come now. You've got to grow up." My mom retorted.
I didn't pay attention. The airport was crowded, almost three times as crowded as back home. I carried my duffle, and my Mp3. That was it.
Mom and Dad each had one or two bags. A large truck was coming, bringing all of our furniture. The car was also being brought. My motorcycle
was in the second, smaller truck. It also held appliances.
Dad rented a car, a small volvo, a faint shade of green, which made me want to hurl. I piled all of our bags in the trunk, and slammed the top.
I sat in the back, surrounded by a musty-smelling leather. I cracked the window while we waited in the line of traffic. I could smell the pines, and oaks.
A few apple farms here and there. I could hear the growls of the engines from automobiles, the pacing of a man next to a bus stop. I turned on my Mp3
and slouched in the seat. I inhaled the air, and hit play.
I stared at my hands. They were rough, and turning the player around and around. I was pouting, as always nowadays.
Yeah, I know that my grammar isn't great, I have to go back and revise. I took this chunk right from the middle of something, not realizing I was leaving to much behind. I know that I still have a lot of work to do!

Yes, very interesting.
Good sentence structure.

2009-10-28 10:15:33 by K Cali22