So my best little buddy in SC is moving away. I'm not very pleased about this. Plus she has a really cute little baby which she insists on taking with her. But it got me to thinking when we moved from Utah. I was in complete denial until I was actually on the road. Then it hit me, holy crap, I'm moving away from everything and everyone I've ever known. Little scary. And although SC was a strange new place, it has turned out to be okay. It only took about three years to settle in, but now it's okay.
My best advice for anyone who is moving is to look at like a long vacation. You get to try new foods, see different places, and maybe learn a new language. Here are a few things from my SC "vacation."
FOODS: Very tasty seafood (when you can get it), Boiled peanuts (Sounds horrible, but I swear it fixes PMS like nothing else), grits (basically a cheese and cream delivery system), Pork (they do more things to a pig here then I thought possible), Macaroni and cheese (SOOOOOOOOOO GOOD!) and the ultimate Southern food/comfort food/not good for you-Fried Chicken. KFC has nothing on the south.
NEW/DIFFERENT PLACES: Everyone should go to Charleston sometime in their lives. The Biltmore estate is close by-only one the largest houses in American. And then there's Dollywood-I mean who doesn't want to go to Dollywood. And everyone should attend a college football game in the South. It's a new religious event. As much noise as a revival with more beer.
NEW LANGUAGE: "Fell out"-means you've fainted. Women fall out on Sunday (church) Men fall out on Saturday (drinking). "Ill as a hornet" or just "ill"-feeling grumpy or mean (This still confuses me when I'm working in the doctor's office). "Wide open"-refering to small children who are wound up or full of energy. And my absolute favorite "Bless your heart"-this is usually what you say in sympathy or compassion to another person. Like bless her heart, that girl's life is so crazy. It's also what nice southern women say right before they something a little mean. Like, bless her heart, that swimsuit is two sizes too small for her thighs.
So go have some fried chicken and macaroni/cheese. It's phsycially impossible to be sad following that meal. Then tell your friends and family how much you love 'em. Becuase you never know when you'll have to take a "vacation" to a foreign land.
Monday, June 23, 2008
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I felt the same way when I moved to Montana. However, there were obviously other issues happening there. The move to Oregon was a much better one for me.
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