live in the South.

I live in Ky., Louisville to be exact. It’s controversial as to whether we are the south or not. It’s said we’re the southern most northern city and the northern most southern city. But we have the stupid stereotypes that we’re hillbillies and have bad teeth and have a minimal vocabulary. Not the point, as being somewhat part of the south, I wouldn’t recommend living here. Especially not in Louisville… It got up to 80 degrees yesterday and tomorrow the high is supposed to be 49 degrees. Who wants that?

I want the moss,slow pace,weird personalities (yes I know you can find those anywhere),constant humidity, plantations,tea,and proper dress with hats included.

I want the wrap around porch with a rocking chair. I want to drink sticky-sweet lemonade and have the screen door clack behind me when I bring it out on some tacky tray from the seventies. I want to learn to play the banjo.

I lived in Georgia my entire life. I would totally recommend it to everyone. I it is great place to grow up. I think I’m ready to move out of the south and go west after college, we’ll see how it goes

Other than a certain insect which I cannot avoid, I love most everything about it here. I like being in an ethnically diverse environment. I love how people are so friendly, down to earth and polite. People aren’t stuffy here. I’ve never lived somewhere where people weren’t nice, but it’s like there’s no such thing as strangers – everyone is warm and approchable. I make friends with people everywhere I go here. There’s no doubt that I want to live around here when I am older. I want my children to grow up in this sort of environment. The city girl in me definitely needs somewhere with a good amount of culture, though. I’ve always thought I wanted to live in a big city in the South when I grew up, now it’s confirmed.

i love the south. i love the dialect, the food, the music. i love that strangers tell me to “have a blessed day” and that whenever i order tea it’s automatically full of sugar. i love how so much of the city is dead on sundays.

I love living in the South. Of course, there are some parts up North I wouldn’t mind living, either, but after about a year in the Deep South (Alabama…doesn’t get more Deep South than that except maybe Mississippi), I’m not sure I want to leave anytime soon. It’s a different culture and a different experience everyone should have.

I personally did not enjoy living in the south because the people there were predjudice against me because I was from the North.

Misty sunrise in my hometown. Rows of cotton ‘bout knee high.
Mrs. Baker down the dirt road still got clothes out on the line.
Irwin Nichols there with Judsley, playin’ chequers at the gin.
When I dream about the Southland this is where it all begins…
From Carolina down to Georgia. Smell the Jasmine and Magnolia. Sleepy sweet home, Alabama. Roll Tide Roll. Muddy water Mississippi. Blessed Graceland whispers to me. Carry on, carry on, sweet southern comfort, carry on. Catchin’ catfish on the river. Chasin’ fireflies by the creek. Kissin’ Gary Williams’ sister on the porch homecoming week. With rusted cars and weepin’ willows. Keepin’ watch out in the yard. Just a snapshot of downhome Dixie, could be anywhere you are. In Carolina or in Georgia. Open arms are waitin’ for ya. Louisiana, Yellow Rose of
San Antone. Arkansas, Mississippi. Old man river whispers to me.
Carry on, carry on, sweet southern comfort, carry on. As I sit here I’m surrounded by these priceless memories. I don’t have to think about it, theres no place I’d rather be. Than Carolina or in Georgia. Smell the Jasmine and Magnolia.
Sleepy sweet home, Alabama. Roll Tide Roll.
Muddy water Mississippi. Blessed Graceland whispers to me.
Carry on, carry on, Sweet southern comfort, carry on.