I have a confession to make. When people ask me where I’m from, I now say that I’m from Georgia. I mean, even though I was born in New York, I only lived there for eight years, and half that time I can’t even remember. I lived in Georgia from the time I was eight until shortly after I turned 21. Over twelve years if my math doesn’t fail me.
Though, as people are constantly pointing out to me, I don’t talk like a Southern. Yeah, I know. It’s on purpose.
I still feel like a sort of cultural ambassador from the South with my Peace Corps buddies here. I mean, I had to explain the concept of boiled peanuts to my lunch table the other day. Sigh. Life is tough sometimes. Somethings just cannot be described.
And I miss Georgia. I haven’t been back for almost a year and a half. Much too long.
So, I’ve been looking up youtube videos of people with real thick Southern accents in my spare time.