Time to Change
With my love for Indiana’s policy of not observing Daylight Savings Time widely available for all to read, I think it’s funny that the one weekend I choose to come to Wisconsin happens to be the weekend that the clocks get set ahead on hour.
Also, when I return to Wisconsin, I’m struck with the fact that although I am a Wisconsinite by birth, I think I’ve transmogrified into a Midwesterner. The change is subtle, and I’m not sure how to explain it to non-Midwesterners or non-Wisconsinites, but there’s a little bit of a change. Midwesterners wouldn’t mind living in any of the Midwest states (Indiana, Iowa, Michigan, Minnesota, or Wisconsin. Some folks might include Illionois in that mix, but that’s the one bit of Wisconsinism I’ve retained, I guess.) People up here have an accent I was never aware of before. Indiana folk no longer do. People are warmer at colder temperatures up here, too, and that’s something I’ve certainly lost.
It’s good to see the old stomping grounds and some familiar faces, but it’ll be good to get back to Indiana, where all my clocks are set correctly already.