(so I missed the first one…but here we go.)
It has been two months since I moved to Alabama. It feels like it has been six. I suppose that is how one should feel when in the whirlwind of work and starting a new phase of life. Here is what I know so far…
- Yes, it is really hot. All the time. Today is the first day my AC has actually made it down to 74. I can’t talk about my electric bill without oxygen or a cocktail.
- It is no longer appropriate to wear most of my favorite footwear or jeans. My toms are crying in the closet.
- I have been “yes, ma’am”ed more in the last five days since school began than in my total previous 13 school years. (I appreciate this very much.)
- I have also had the door held for me more times than in my previous 36 years, perhaps withstanding early childhood. (Chivalry is good.)
- Nowhere in town takes more than 10 minutes, even in “rush hour”.
- Alabama craft beer, for the win. I suggest Good People Snake Handler for a kick in the pants.
- I am a little nervous for football season. Can’t the eagle just roll in the tide? (Just Kidding!!!!)
- Episcopalians tend to be awesome everywhere and here is no exception.
- I say y’all now. I mean, every day and “you guys” has started to sound weird.
- When people say, “how can I help”, they mean it and they show up early and with donuts. It is not hard to be accepted here if you are genuine and kind.
All in all, I feel happy every day about something. I am so grateful to be here. I am in the right place. That in itself, is a miracle of sorts.