This being my first official blog entry, I thought I would explain the title.
It's not that I'm not grateful that my sweet husband has a job...because he does have a terriffic career that is well-suited to him.
It's not that I'm not grateful for my home...because I am slowly falling in love with the house that we have been working on and remodeling for a year now.
It's not that I don't love my little corner of the world...because I wouldn't trade my roles of wife and mother for anything. I absolutely love my husband and my little four year old boy, or "my two boys."
It's not that I don't love my friends...because I am grateful for friends in the place that I live.
But...I really miss the South. I am, in truth, displaced from the South to the midwest. We have been in the midwest for four years now and I am thankful for a community of people -- anywhere I might be living. But, we were in Tennessee last week visiting family and I noticed a stark contrast in cultures. No wonder our country can't agree on issues such as politics because basic cultures are so vastly different in various regions of the country.
In the South, people would find it weird and rude if you didn't wave as they drove past while you were out for a walk. In the midwest, or at least my neighborhood, people wonder why you are waving. Same basic idea and contrast for talking in line at the grocery store or the pickup line at preschool. I miss the slow-paced relational way that the South has. I miss pleasant chit-chat throughout the day as you pass people. I miss the weather, but don't get me started about that...
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1 comment:
Thank you Rose! I competely agree on your views of the south. I was born and raised here in the midwest but then moved to KY where I lived for a year and then SC where I lived for almost 10. My family moved back to the midwest last fall to be closer to our families but I really miss the south and how friendly and sweet people were.
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