Y'all, I think I've been away from the South too long.
Today at the center where I teach English, we had a short term team of Americans come to visit and help out. I didn't have a chance to talk to them at first, but I overheard bits and pieces of their conversations with our regular Wednesday morning students. The American visitors all had pretty strong accents, so I was trying to guess where they might be from. I thought maybe they were all from the Midwest. I was wrong.
They're from Mississippi! An accent I should have been familiar with! I laughed to myself when I realized that I could no longer distinguish an American accent from my own region.
When I first moved to Europe, I got to a point where I couldn't pick out anyone's accents, no matter where they were from. Everything just blended together. Whether it was British, Canadian, German, American, or Swiss, all I really heard was the English language. That blending of accents only lasted for a little while, though; I think my brain eventually got used to hearing the diversity. But now - I can't recognize a strong Southern accent!
I'm content with being where the Lord has me for as long as He has me here, I am, but I'm also looking forward to the day when I'll be surrounded by the smooth drawl of the South again. Drink some ice cold sweet tea for me!