Mississippi and Louisiana were fabulous; however, I couldn't help but notice a strange feeling coming over me the further west I traveled. Yes, I was homesick, but it wasn't just for my snuggly bed. I was homesick for my neighbors, my city, my state.
I didn't just miss my parents or home-town friends. I missed smiles from random strangers and boys of all ages holding the door for me, yes ma'am and no sir, and sweet tea.
After returning from my fabulous summer adventure, I became eternally grateful for the South. Even the hair-frizzing North Carolina humidity and those massive Mississippi mosquitoes. I realized that being Southern doesn't just mean you're below the Mason-Dixon line- it's a lifestyle. It's knowing that someone will always be there with a helping hand or freshly baked goodies when you need it. Most importantly, this Southern lifestyle forms a heart...A Southern Heart...that treasures manners and respect, integrity and tradition.
A Southern heart is more than a "y'all" here and there. A Southern heart is proud and shows respect and a smile to anyone, anytime.