It has been many years since I've lived in the south. Any south.
The south has existed for me forever - my mother's south. It was the south of my vacations - the beach, the heat, the family I both knew and didn't know.
I lived there for a few years a long time ago and while I enjoyed most of my time there, I remember swearing as I left North Carolina to move to Seattle, I'll never move back to the south. Too hot.
Twenty years later, exactly, I am back in the south. It's a different south, one that is unfamiliar to me - the south of lavender fields and olive groves and vineyards. But it's still really hot.
And by really hot I mean in the upper 80s this week kind of hot.
I have grand hopes of adjusting.
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The courage it must have taken for you to move there, adjustments are most certainly a capability of yours. I truly admire you.
You're very generous Jeff. That was actually just me going with the flow.
Brilliant! At 33, I am moving out of my country too, for the first time ever...I hope I can do it. And write my own little story.
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