I'm a southerner. Definitely. Even though I previously wrote about how bored I was at times with my country upbringing, now it's almost a source of pride. Yep, there were cows next door. And yes, I have an accent. I say y'all. I like Duke's mayo on my tomato sandwiches. I talk about my "Granny." It's colder up here and I have a legitimate right to complain if I want to. I'm from Georgia for crying out loud. We don't have winter. It just gets a little nippy in January.
People here say, "I'm from PA," instead of I'm from Pennsylvania. Fortunately this southerner was smart enough to remember the state abbreviations! And they don't pronounce Maryland correctly either...it's like the y and the d get left out. But they are nice and I'm reminded everyday that I'm still below the Mason Dixon line. So officially I'm not a Northerner. Not that anyone in a million years would ever think that anyway.
It will be a very interesting transition for me, but so far I'm having a good time.