I’m a southern gal. I’ve lived in the southeastern part of the USA all my life. I learned to read, write, talk, cook, extend courtesies, etc…, all in the south. I am quite proud of the fact that, even though I live close to Washington, DC, I still live below the Mason-Dixon line. And so, many people seem rather surprised to learn that I was actually born in NY. I neither sound nor act like the stereotypical north-easterner. I find myself having to explain the story of how I screamed at the top of my lungs non-stop for the first few months of my life because it was so COLD there, and how my parents decided to move south where I promptly settled in and became a very happy baby.
My husband likes to tease me about being a Yankee. However, I have news for him: I didn’t have a choice where I was born but I made it clear where I wanted to be. He, on the other hand, chose to marry me: a Yankee.