What is it about the South that makes me love it so darn much?
- Is it because it is warm?
- Is it because the people tend to be more congenial?
- Is it the mountains, the waterfalls, barrier islands, the beaches?
It is probably all of the above and a few other things. Whatever it is, it holds some sort of unexplainable mystique for me.
I have always lived in the Midwest. Some call it flyover country, but I don’t mind it much. Other regions have been interesting to visit and there are areas I still haven’t gotten around to yet that I would like to see, but the South is the only other place I would like to live.
The weather in the Upper Midwest/Great Lakes region generally sucks if you live close to Lake Michigan, as we do. The winters are usually long and hard, with tons of snow. Springs are not at all nice. The summer is short. The big lake plays games with us. If the wind changes, the temps can nose dive twenty or more degrees in the middle of a summer afternoon.
I am a Southerner at heart. I am even beginning to feel nostalgic about humidity. Well, I did grow up in Missouri. I am totally a shorts and flip flops sort of guy who would like to try my hand at being a beach bum.
I like it when servers at restaurants call me “Hon.” I like being drawn into a conversation with a total stranger. Yankees and big city people take themselves way too seriously.