I had a whole post typed out, and then I had Mark read it. He said it was good, but sounded clichéd.
I don’t like to admit it, but he was right. So instead of lamenting about how the culture and personality of the region got into my blood, I will simply say that sometimes I miss the Carolinas.
BTW, I refer to the Carolinas as one because we lived in both North and South for almost equal amounts of time and we had two kids in each. NC might have a slight edge because we were married there. Then again, SC might have an edge because we loved our house there. Either way, Carolina was home to our family for 13 years.
A few months ago, a career opportunity for Mark presented itself. We made the second major move of our marriage and came to my home state of Texas. I am delighted to be closer to my family. For the first time in many years, I am able to see my parents and other family more than once or twice a year. However, all major moves have their drawbacks. Getting everyone and everything settled takes time. We are adjusting, but it has taken more time than I thought it would. Little things like finding a great grocery store or hairdresser makes a new place feel more like home. I haven't really found either yet, but I will.
Until then, I keep playing James Taylor's Carolina in my Mind. Here is a beautiful version by Alison Krauss: