House of Hawthorne

I’m Not Country Yet But

Posted on: January 7, 2014

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I’ve lived in Kentucky for six months now, give or take a week, and as a girl who sometimes used to describe herself as hip-hop, or more usually (and honestly), a huge nerd, I’ve adapted to my surroundings. I’m not definitely not what an actual Kentuckyian would call country. I am often accused of sounding, for example, like I am from Wisconsin. I can’t shake the south suburbs of Chicago accent, or my college years spent in Baltimore, deejaying and promoting hip-hop shows. I’m always going to know every line of Jay-Z’s The Black Album. But I have made some strides. I’m not country yet, but:

I like country music a lot now. I always was skeptical of people who said, “I like all music, but country.” Heck, even in Baltimore my best friend and I tore up a Dolly Parton cassette tape. I didn’t know anything besides that, Johnny Cash (duh) and the Loretta Lynn/Jack White album really. But now I’ll keep the country stations on pretty regularly. This has been the result of a lot of conditioning on the part of my boyfriend, but he’s actually got really good taste. Particularly, I urge all my hipster “only like old country” friends to check out Jamey Johnson. He is the real deal.

Jamey Johnson – That Lonesome Song

Catfish pieces to sushi pieces eaten ratio: roughly 28 to 0.

I have dipped tobacco and enjoyed it. True, the first few times were under extreme duress. But I’ve done it three times since, half to amuse my boyfriend, and half because it actually made me feel really good.

I couldn’t necessarily manufacture moonshine on my own, but I feel like I’m ready to at any given moment.

I still allegedly can’t cook very well but every recipe I try is from the Pioneer Woman or Paula Deen.

I know more about Duck Dynasty than I ever expected to, and have recently learned their self-made hunting videos are even more entertaining.

A house is not a home without a gallon of sweet tea.

In fact, I have made an extremely large and unsuccessful batch of sweet tea cupcakes.

My boyfriend’s and my two favorite places to go on dates (um, I mean, get food, they’re still dates only for my overly romantic and silly self) are the Waffle House and a place called Kountry Kastle. At Kountry Kastle the food is cheap because they don’t give you plates to eat off of, we reckon.

I have started saying “I reckon” every once in a while, for a special treat, and am no longer completely aghast at being called “ma’am.”

I have shot a bow (technically), a gun, gone fishing more times than the rest of my life combined (technically, again, here, mostly just sat and drank beer and never touched a fishing pole), cleaned fish (once) and practiced sitting still to go hunting. I apparently am terrible at not moving constantly so it will be a while before I’m allowed to sit in a deer stand.

I can walk into gun shows and places like Paducah Shooter Supply and not be completely freaked out.

One of my favorite things to do is fly down a backroad with my boyfriend at the wheel. Doing anything next to him is great actually. That’s why I moved to Kentucky in the first place. Oh, and the cost of living. Speaking of:

Jamey Johnson – High Cost of Living

I don’t think I’ll ever make it to true blue country, honestly. I’ll always be born and raised in Joliet, Illinois, and I’ll never try to be someone I’m not. I’m still trying to find my place in this Kentucky life in a few ways. I just recommend getting out of your comfort zone if you can. You may grow in unexpected ways, and if you have a sense of humor about it, and if you are somehow as lucky as I am, a partner-in-crime who is an amazing guide to your new life, actually might find yourself having a blast.

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