Me: "I'm from New York."
North Carolinian: "You don't sound like yer from New York City."
Well, Jim Bob, that's because I didn't say New York City. If you look closely at a map you will notice there is a STATE attached to that city.
|At the very top up there you will see a dot labeled Massena and one below it labeled Potsdam. I am from a dot between those two dots that's just too small to label.|
And can someone please tell me what is with this obsession with pickling things? Must you pickle everything? I'm going to need people to stop pickling pigs feet. Soon. Is there such a lack of disgusting things to eat in this country that you must pickle and then eat pigs feet? And to anyone reading this who has never been asked the question "Care for some pickled watermelon rind?" DECLINE IMMEDIATELY. I am speaking from experience! Politely say No, thank you and back away from the jar. Or, better yet, just swat the jar from their hand and do everyone else a favor.
I don't want anyone to think I don't like it here. I do...I may even be starting to love it here (which is good because I don't think I could convince Husband to move). I have met some of my favorite people since moving here and I have had some of my favorite moments - perhaps to be share in later posts. And how can I not have a soft spot in my heart for a place that introduced me to things like pimento cheese (that was life changing), barbecue, and sweet tea (that took time). It's where I met Husband and where I'll raise my munchkin. And while I have settled nicely into a life here for almost 10 years and it is now the place I call "home" I am constantly wondering when it will feel like home.