I love the South. I do, I do.
I lived 8 years in Virginia during a crucial age – 10-18, all the way from elementary school to graduation. I lived in North Virginia – on the bare fringes of the South, but there were still a ton of Southern families there. I fell in love with the landscape, the people, the community, the cooking. True, I did not like country music – what non-Southerner would? But, as my time there ended, I started to enjoy it – to love it. True, I still can only take a bare minimum of twangy country music, but I have converted.
Even before that, country was in my blood. True, it’s a little different then Southern, but some of it is the same. My dad was born and raised in a tiny farming community in Idaho. I, myself, am Idahoan. That’s all there is in the southeast corner of Idaho – Country!
All these movies with Southern accents – I love it. Every now and then, I happen to speak in a Southern accent. I lived there 8 years, listening to friends speak with a Southern accent. Then, here at college, I lived two years with Texan roommates. Of course, I was bound to randomly speak with a Southern Accent.
I love the culture of the South. The accents, the big houses, community, barbeques, family, dancing, all of it. I would love to move back there. How amazing would it be to marry a Southern man, proud of where he came from, proud of where he was returning to. Then, to live there all my life, raise my children there, be part of the community…sigh. A dream come true.