Good Ol' Southern Hospitality

It’s taken a bit of getting used to living here. At first it was almost scary. I went to the grocery store and around every corner was someone asking me “Do ya need help findin’ anything?” By the end I felt like screaming “I’m not going to steal anything!!” I’ve learned since then, that they’re just really helpful, you know, because it’s their job to be.

It seems that “Customer Service” has a whole different meaning down here. It’s the strangest thing. People here are actually ready and willing, and most weird of all, happy to help customers. They actually feel good when they do too. Has anyone ever even heard of such a thing?

Moving on. The people in general, are just as strange. People pop out of nowhere and just start a conversation with you. I don’t even know these people, and here they are talking to me. When they find out we just moved here, they are eager to help me find my way to the next store, or tell me where the best pizza place is, or where I can get a good burger or BBQ. And their not even paid to help me. What’s the matter with these people?

My neighbors have all made their way over to meet us. They bring cookies, phone numbers, and offers of help anytime we should need it. We even were invited to a birthday party by one of them. They wave when ever they see you. They ask how you’ve been. People out walking will wave too, and their not even my neighbors. When I drive around, people doing yard work will wave and smile. Don’t these people know I’m not their neighbor?

Now that I’ve drown you with my sarcasm, I’ll make my point. Living in general is so different here. It’s like another world. There really is something to be said about that “Good Ol’ Southern Hospitality”. I love it, and I never wanna leave it.

The Princess Has A New Castle

So, we finally made it. Just barely, but we’re here. We just barely got the truck loaded in time. We had to call in last minute reinforcements – Thanks so much to Dottie, Brian, and Joe. Thanks to the mail ego, and its inability to ask for directions, the truck driver was late picking up the cab. For the first time ever, the male ego paid off!
The ride down south was really nice, no traffic, and no real problems. Settlement went off without a hitch, and before we knew it, we had the keys to our new home. It was very exciting and a little scary all at once.
The truck was late getting here and we ended up waiting in an empty house for the majority of the day. When it was finally delivered, we started to realize that our rushed loading job did not pay off very well. About half of what was put into the truck was broken, and the other half was ruined by dirt and grease from the inside walls and floor of the truck. I had wanted new couches, and stuff, but not this way. As more and more of the truck was unloaded, my carpet went from white to some shade of ugly that I can’t even describe.
After days of scrubbing and cleaning, it finally started to look like a house. Things started to get put away, the kids were getting used to their new living arrangements, and I had begun to actually find stores and places to go – thanks to Andrea.
Now it’s home, and we love it.