
Contrary to what the title of this blog may have you believe, this blog is not a story about a transformation I am making (at least I don't think so...) rather an observation on my husband. This morning I had trouble understanding him; his Minnesotan accent has come back full force. Ya know how redneck breeds red-speak? Well Minnesotan breeds northern-midwest-speak -ya'll. He went to Duluth yesterday and was talking about it this morning. Duluth in Kentucky is pronounced Duh-looth, what he said to me was Da-lute or Da-lude. I was like, "the-what?" and he said "Nooo, DA-LUTE." Me - "??????? Wait, Duh-luth, ohhhhh."
Up here, you see quite a few fellers that you expect to sound like country boys, and I GUESS they do - if you are from these parts. I was in the DMV yesterday and next to me stood a prime specimen of good ol' boy; you could practically see the hills and hollers from which his family tree grew and then the teller told him to have a good day... "You bet," was all he spoke and once again I was left realing from what I had assumed I would hear.
Driving home from the DMV, I reflected on this change in location and the vast differences that exist between here and home. I pass children playing and for the most part the poor dears are dressed in purple. A short drive is now 20 minutes. In a rural place everyone is friendly instead of closed off. The mornings are down right frigid. They don't have soda or Coke up here but they have something that seems the same called "Pop."
All-in-all, this new planet seems pretty great, but I tell you what, this language barrier could be a problem, hopefully I will learn to interpret this language without starting to speak it myself!