A Letter

Dear Midwest,

I don’t know whether to thank you or hate you for bringing the Minnesota accent roaring back through my speech.  It had only been five months in the South before I’d managed to neutralize the “o”s and the “uh”s, but give me five hours in Chicago and I’m right back where I started.

I’m afraid to go to work today, is what I’m saying, because I’m gonna be made fun of.

Also, is it your water or the air or something about the way your sun shines?  My skin is currently AWESOME which, well, hasn’t been the case in a very long time.  Either share your secret or I might have to come back and stay until I discover it.

And one last thing, Midwest:

I know they say southern boys are charmers and that may be the case but the longer I’m here the more I’m sure– I’ve gotta find myself a midwestern boy.  Save one for me, okay?  I’ll be ready for him someday.

Love,
Courtney