Born and raised in Minnesota, I've spent a lot of time since I was 18 being out of the state, enduring comments on how I sounded like an extra from everybody's favorite Minnesota movie, Fargo. For awhile I tried to shake the accent, but lately I've given up the fight. I am what I am. I sound how I sound. And that's just fine.
When I got back to Minnesota last night for a week of family Christmas fun, one of the first things my mother did was show me the Christmas cards sent by relatives. Flipping through I was really only half reading them, half talking to mom about the flight from L.A. and then it caught my eye. I had to reread it...and then I couldn't stop laughing.
My cousin was explaining that she'd be leaving her husband and stepchildren behind in Michigan this year and returning south to her childhood home in South Carolina because, as she says, "I've really got a hankering for my momma."
A. HANKERING. For. Momma!
Whether she meant it to be funny or was dead serious about it, I care not. She used the word hankering and I adore her for it. This girl from Minnesooooota bows down to this relative from the South for being exactly who she is. I've got a hankering to spend time with my family - momma included.
May you all have safe travels back home to your mommas for the holidays.
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The second time I ever went to the sad excuse for a proper Trader Joe's in Chicago, the cashier dude started talking to me and when he found out I just moved from LA he said (verbatim), "Oh man. I've got a hankering for some In-N-Out!!" And since my sister was with me, she now says that any time of the day she can, while I just started at the dude and wanted to cry. Because, boy, I had a hankering for one too.
Glad you got home safe & sound!! Merry Christmas!!
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