All of us Southerners know that the question: "Where are you from?" really means "Where were you born?". While "Where do you live?" is a whole 'nother question. In my case, for the last twenty-some-odd-years, the answers to these two questions have been different. I lived in one of the best cities in the world: Homewood, AL. But I was FROM Tuscaloosa, AL.
Times change, people change, circustances change, families change and TaDa... my answers are the same: I live in and I am from the same place: Tuscaloosa.
When my dear, sweet, darling, hunky hubby (who I lovingly refer to as My Mississippi) and I made the hard decision to move our family from the only home we had ever known as a family, I pouted, cried and generally had myself an on-going and rather large pity partay!! We've been here a little over a month now and I have made the incredibly mature decision that I must accept this move which I cannot change and get the heck on with loving life. I must quit feeling sorry for myself because I no longer live in Homewood. I must get out there and find reasons to fall in love with my hometown!
Come along for the ride.
Times change, people change, circustances change, families change and TaDa... my answers are the same: I live in and I am from the same place: Tuscaloosa.
When my dear, sweet, darling, hunky hubby (who I lovingly refer to as My Mississippi) and I made the hard decision to move our family from the only home we had ever known as a family, I pouted, cried and generally had myself an on-going and rather large pity partay!! We've been here a little over a month now and I have made the incredibly mature decision that I must accept this move which I cannot change and get the heck on with loving life. I must quit feeling sorry for myself because I no longer live in Homewood. I must get out there and find reasons to fall in love with my hometown!
Come along for the ride.
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