1) The use of the adjective "wicked." As in, "I had a wicked time last night" or "She was wicked good at playing those African drums." My landlord believes my neighborhood is "wicked nice." When paired with the south-coast/Bostonian accent, it makes for a particular brand of awesome-ness. I'm not sure where this comes from (a bad 80's movie, maybe?) but I don't think I'll ever feel the need to use it.
2) A general lack of knowledge about the Midwest. "Where's Minnesota?" or "I bet they don't have boats there, right?" or "Fargo's in North Dakota? Where's North Dakota?" or my favorite "America for me ends in Pennsylvania and starts back up again in Nevada." I think this last one was a joke... maybe. Also, it's "Nevah-da." Of course.
3) The winters here are brutal. And by brutal, I mean the particular degree of nastiness when my car is covered by a 1/4 centimeter of snow that melts by noon. I will also lift up my windshield wipers, so I can avoid getting them stuck in all the heavy snow that may just accumulate to 1/2 centimeter if Mother Nature is feeling particularly heinous.
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If I sound resentful, that's because I am.
4) Drivers here are nice! I mean this one. I love when you stop the flow of traffic to allow me to make a left-hand turn onto a 2-way street. I also don't mind that you allow me to almost sideswipe you as I check for traffic. Or that I just cut you off. Or that as a pedestrian I can put my foot anywhere near the road and you will stop to let me cross. Seriously, have you ever honked your horn? There are more, of course, but they've all slipped my mind. I feel half-way guilty writing these down, but I hope one day to look back on them and laugh a little. Maybe while I'm on a boat, cruising on one of those ten-thousand lakes MN has. "10,000? Really? No way..."
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