SellaW
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Moving from California to Mississippi was harder than I expected. Not the classes. The everything else. Here's what I wish I'd known.
People are genuinely friendly. Suspiciously friendly at first. Strangers say hi on the street. Cashiers ask about your day and actually wait for an answer. I thought everyone was being fake. They're not. They're just southern. It took me a year to trust it. Now I love it.
Sweet tea is not optional. I ordered unsweet tea once. The waitress looked at me like I'd insulted her mother. Now I just say yes to sweet tea and deal with the sugar crash later.
Football is a religion. I didn't care about sports before. Now I go to games. Not because I love football. Because that's what everyone does. It's community. It's belonging. It's weird and wonderful.
The heat is different. California heat is dry. You can hide in the shade. Mississippi heat is wet. It follows you everywhere. I walk to class and arrive dripping. I've accepted that I will be sweaty for four years.
People say "bless your heart" and it's complicated. Sometimes it's nice. Sometimes it's an insult. I still can't tell the difference. My southern friends find this hilarious.
There's beauty here I didn't expect. The magnolias in spring. The fireflies at night. The way people sit on porches and actually talk to each other. California has beaches. Mississippi has something slower. Something I'm learning to love.
It's not home. Maybe it never will be. But it's becoming something. A different kind of home. A southern kind.
People are genuinely friendly. Suspiciously friendly at first. Strangers say hi on the street. Cashiers ask about your day and actually wait for an answer. I thought everyone was being fake. They're not. They're just southern. It took me a year to trust it. Now I love it.
Sweet tea is not optional. I ordered unsweet tea once. The waitress looked at me like I'd insulted her mother. Now I just say yes to sweet tea and deal with the sugar crash later.
Football is a religion. I didn't care about sports before. Now I go to games. Not because I love football. Because that's what everyone does. It's community. It's belonging. It's weird and wonderful.
The heat is different. California heat is dry. You can hide in the shade. Mississippi heat is wet. It follows you everywhere. I walk to class and arrive dripping. I've accepted that I will be sweaty for four years.
People say "bless your heart" and it's complicated. Sometimes it's nice. Sometimes it's an insult. I still can't tell the difference. My southern friends find this hilarious.
There's beauty here I didn't expect. The magnolias in spring. The fireflies at night. The way people sit on porches and actually talk to each other. California has beaches. Mississippi has something slower. Something I'm learning to love.
It's not home. Maybe it never will be. But it's becoming something. A different kind of home. A southern kind.
