Last week my friend Humphrey gave me the often quoted "you can never go home again" line. He said i'd be surprised at the culture shock i would experience once I was back in Minn. I laughed at his silliness in not seeing me for the small-town girl I truly am and had total confidence that I would, of course, fit right in once I was settled. I mean, really... culture shock? Certainly I felt it when I moved to NYC. In fact, I cried for the first 3 months I lived there, but Minn is my roots. It's not like I moved to France. Sure it may take some time to get used to certain things and I may always feel like i'm an hour behind -CST is super lame, but i'll adapt just like I did on the east coast.
In all fairness I am stuck in exurbia right now, but here are a few things I noticed on my excursions:
Everyone is white. Everyone.
People write personal checks to pay for things.
The grocery stores are enormous and folks put their produce in individual plastic bags.
Camouflage is always in fashion, as are deer heads.
Everything is XLarge. Bags of chips, plates of food -super sized.
So whatever. I can deal with a big bag of chips.
