It only took a year and a half, but we are no longer in the South! A few weeks ago, my husband got a new job, so we pulled up stakes and moved to Fort Wayne, Indiana. I am ecstatic to be back in the Midwest: the land of family, Faygo, and Meijer. I have to admit, though, that I do miss a lot about the South, especially things we’ve discovered while living in Alabama during the last eight months. You know, when I wasn’t keeping up with the blog? Yeah, sorry about that.
Anyway, I thought I would spend the next few blog posts “debriefing” myself about the Dixie Experience. The following are a few things that I know that I will miss, as well as a few things I won’t miss.
The Weather
I know there are people out there who love snow, but I am not one of them. Down in Alabama, we got our autumn weather in December, and it never really dipped below 45 degrees during the day, except for a few random times. I rarely wore a coat, and up until the day before she flew up to Michigan, my daughter was playing outside on the playground. My favorite time was Christmas, when we went to the “Christmas in a Railroad Town” in Opelika. My daughter and I walked around outside for three hours in little more than a sweater while she rode ponies, sat and watched a choral quartet perform, and ate s’mores while a guy played the banjo. We have a similar event in my hometown in Michigan called the “Candlewalk.” It’s essentially identical, except the streets are lined with candles in milk jugs, and it’s usually either ungodly cold or ungodly cold and sleeting. Of course, living in the South makes you “soft.” Our first week in Fort Wayne, there was a big winter storm where we got 4-6 inches of snow, and we realized the next morning that we did not have a snow shovel, nor did we have an ice scraper for the car.
But let me tell you something that the Midwest does not have: disgusting bugs that continue to grow and breed all year round. I know I’ve complained about it in the past, but I’ve seen more new and disgusting bugs in the last year than I had in my 29 years previous. I just hope to God that none have followed me to the new place. I’m not worried about cockroaches; we only saw one in the new apartment. Apparently the old apartment was just disgusting, and living on the ground floor is a no-no. In the Alabama apartment, we did have silverfish, though. They destroyed at least one pair of shoes, and they are GROSS.
The Culture
I was going to say that I missed the accent, but there is so much more that goes with it. It’s not just being offered “pah” and ladies “blessin’ yer little heart!” It’s about the sweet tea and grits, the Waffle Houses, the kids referring to their parents as ma’am and sir, etc. I didn’t notice until recently, but people have a lot more patience in the South than in the Midwest, and folks are more likely to smile at you and strike up a quick conversation with you.
Also, hearing a Southern person imitate a Michigan accent is hilarious.
Not too long after we moved to Alabama in June 2012, my husband and I had a hankering for a chili dog. Now, if you know anything about Flint, Michigan, it’s that the city is home to some fantastic coney dogs, i.e. Angelo’s, the Flushing A, etc. So we googled chili dogs and found this place called “Charlie Joseph’s” in downtown Lagrange, Georgia. The place is amazing. It’s essentially just a counter around a central cooking area. The employees are also amazing. We were new to the place, and went there maybe 4 times sporadically within 8 months, yet they always remembered us, cared about what was going on with us, and treated our daughter fantastically. My only complaint is that they didn’t carry Koegel hot dogs (their hot dogs are grayer than I’m used to), but that is a minor complaint. Charlie Joseph’s was the second to last place we ate before moving.
My favorite restaurant in Atlanta, which is down the road from one of my husband’s favorite wine shops, (Perrine’s), Osteria del Figo does things a little different in that you order up front, and then you seat yourself. That is literally the only difference between this place and any other awesome restaurant out there. The atmosphere, the food, and the servers – all fantastic. We were lucky enough to eat there twice. The first time, we met the restaurant’s manager (who shares the my daughter’s name, sort of), and his girlfriend, who was our server, and it was great. The second time we went a few months later, we had the same great service and food, and they cared enough to remember us and genuinely be happy to see us (and genuinely sad to hear that we were moving so far away).
I can’t mention Figo without mentioning Borgo, because Borgo in Peachtree City, Georgia, was the first restaurant we really grew to love in the South. Their wine selection was great, their food was great (my favorite is the bolognese!), and the people there were wonderful. My daughter especially loved them, and they were always sweet to her, and to us! They really made us feel like family whenever we went there. It was also great to see the place grow and flourish while we were there. When we first visited, Borgo was transitioning from a deli/market to a full service restaurant, and we were blessed to see the place get progressively busier and busier with each passing visit. We never got a chance to go back to Borgo after moving to Alabama, unfortunately, but we think about them often, and will definitely be making a trip back if we ever go back to visit.
Lazy Magnolia Southern Pecan Nut Brown Ale
When I found out we were moving to Indiana, I decided to buy the most Southern sounding congratulatory beer I could find, and Lazy Magnolia Southern Pecan Nut Brown Ale won. I had been eyeing it for a while to try, but had to finish the mix and match beer that I already had before I made a new purchase. Of course, it’s fantastic. Probably my favorite beer. And they don’t sell it north of Tennessee.
In the last two years, we have lived in five different states. In the last ten years, we have lived at fifteen different addresses. In the shuffle of everything, we had neglected to really find a church. We had known, especially with our daughter reaching toddler-hood, that we really needed to find a good church and rebuild our foundation in Christ, but it never really happened. Finally, after a month or so of particularly stressful hardship, we decided to attend Grace Heritage Church in Auburn, Alabama. It was amazing. We were welcomed with open arms into the church, our daughter loved playing with the other kids in the child care room, and the sermons and bible studies seemed to target specific issues that both my husband and I had been struggling with lately. On top of that, the pastor and his family invited us into his home and introduced us to other young couples and church members, helping us really connect to good, decent, caring people. And three weeks later, we moved. Which is really sad, because I feel like we really could have grown in that church and become wonderful friends with those people. And while it’s discouraging that we had to leave them, it’s also encouraging to us that we might be able to find a church home that’s as welcoming and wonderful here in Fort Wayne.