It is quite presumptuous on my part really to think that I can encapsulate in so mundane and niggardly words the beauty that is the South. I moved to the city in my early twenties and I am not going to lie about not being able to adjust to the speeding urban life quite well. It took me at least three years to find my zen in the midst of the bustling metropolis.
And, who can blame me? The city is very much different from the laid-back countryside I grew up in. Don’t get me wrong. I am not trying to put both in hot water while we speculate which is better between the two. No. I simply want to talk about the things that I miss and keep dear deep in the countryside where I once skinned my knees and bruised my heart.
I grew up in the South
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