Whats in a name?

So as we get closer to the move date I find myself appreciating everything around me more. I love the beauty in a drive from Clinton to Conway. I appreciate small talk with friends, family, and people around my hometown. I appreciate the ability to ask someone to babysit and knowing Hudson is in good hands. All of these and more I have taken for granted over the years. I also find myself appreciating being "southern". I had someone tell me I was so southern they couldn't imagine me in Seattle. It was then I decided my title would be Dixie goes grunge. They are just so different. From sweet southern belle to hipster life! I honestly can't imagine the transition either. I've thought about what southern means to me and what I will miss about it. Southern for me isn't cowboy boots and shorts. In fact I believe cowboy boots should never be worn with anything above the knee. Its not riding down a dirt road, fishing on a river bank, or even a big glass of sweet tea. Southern for me is the love for your neighbor that surpasses a friendship and leans more towards family. After the house was packed up we moved to Clinton. We went to church this past Sunday night to hear my Mom and brother speak. I saw my sweet little neighbor Mrs. Wanda. She hugged me and told me how worried she was about my mom and our big move. That next morning I hear mom talking on the phone and then she says I'll send Brittney out to the road. This is where it gets good...after discovering I was home for the week Mrs. Wanda made me a pan of her famous homemade rolls! Are you kidding me?! She said she knew I loved them and would enjoy them before I left. Its just the cutest durn thing I can think of! I saw her today and told her I was enjoying them so much and she responds "Oh those are old, I'll make you a new set"! What! I mean that to me is such a picture what it means to be southern. I'm sure there will be many days where I will sing "I wish I was in Dixie" but for now I will look forward to my grunge adventure!