This past two years has been an interesting cultural experiment. You see, I’m a girl from the North. North as in New York. New York as in Queens. N-O-R-T-H.
And I live in the South – and I’m reminded of it every day. E-V-E-R-Y day.
When I have to slow down and be a better small talker. (They are much less direct here in the South. Unless, of course, they really don’t like Northerners. Then, they can be direct is a way that is jarring!)
When I have to ask many questions about the menu at a restaurant. (They don’t have grits in the North.)
When I go to the voting booth to vote on an amendment that would change the state’s constitution to ensure that marriage is only permitted between a man and a woman. (That would NEVER be on a ballot in the North. N-E-V-E-R.)
When I had to ask what the difference is between y’all and all y’all. (Language – it is tricky! For example:
- “Are y’all going to the movies?” means that you are asking if movies are in the plans of the group. The person asking is not focusing on whether the whole group, or just some of them, are going.
- “Are all y’all going to the movies?” In this case, the person asking specifically wants to know whether the whole group is going.)
When I see a Baptist church. (MANY!)
When I see signs that support and embrace tobacco production. (When I lived in New York City in the 1990s I recall ads in the subways that showed images of African Americans smoking and a tag line that said something like “First they made us pick it, now they make us smoke it.”)
When I have to ask for UNsweetened tea. (We offer sugar in the North.)
When I pass through NASCAR country. (We don’t race cars up North, unless you’re into street drag racing, which isn’t quite legal!)
Despite that horrific (in my not so humble opinion) amendment vote, there is much to love about the South.
Like the fresh air.
And the farmer’s markets.
And the hospitality, which is more often than not sincere.
And the small cities with buckets full of charm.
And the sense of community.
And the strong international education scene.
Will I stay in the South for long? Only time will tell. But for now, I will continue to practice the fine art of crossing cultures. As Tony has said to me before, without judgment intended, “living here sometimes feels like living on another planet.”
It sure does y’all.
And when I pause to think about his reflection, I gently smile and nod. I understand.