The start of the holiday season has me feeling a little nostalgic about the South. But in true Southern fashion, I keep telling myself “Let not your heart be troubled” because I shall return to the south in a few short weeks. In the meantime, here are some things I miss the most:
The natural understanding of the Southern people and Southern struggle. I can be in a room full of strangers understand what they are about. I may not agree but I understand where they are coming from.
College Football =Religion. These folks up here get so excited over some hockey. I can’t with that. Now that 2013 Iron Bowl: that’s something I can get behind.
The Southern Drawl. Don’t I miss hearing that I “got some splaining [explaining] to do!” There is nothing like a thick Southern accent to make me feel like home again. I am not here for the Boston accent (Park the car in Harvard yard= Pahk the cah in hahvahd yahd)
Being able to casually experience the same thing in a grocery store and react together. Y’all know y’all saw a woman act crazy with her child, and you and the person in the aisle with you exchange a glance, two short words, laugh and push on by.
Cost of Living. Saying the rent is too damn high is just an understatement.
Calling a store and saying “What time y’all close?” and not being self-conscious. Don’t nobody down South need correct English. We know it and we know when to use it, we just don’t choose to.
Fried Chicken. Lord y’all would think I was hunting for a unicorn the way I struggle to find fried chicken in this city. Whereas in Augusta, I drive half a mile and pass Zaxby’s, Bojangles, Chick-fil-A. #hogheaven
You know what: Food in general. Biscuits. Krispy Kremes. Fried Fish. Pimento cheese. Sweet tea. Be still my soul!
A touch of religious life even when you aren’t looking for it. In the South you don’t have to be religious to say “Bless her heart” and “Thank the Lord”.
Driving home for a weekend. Lord knows flights from Boston anywhere south of Philly are spensive as hell.
Let me be clear there is a list I could make that would be things I love about living in Boston, but this is not the time nor place for that. I will hold on for that later. I am looking forward to a down home Southern Christmas.