When I first transitioned from a small town in southern Georgia, also known as Savannah to the nation’s capital, I thought, “Wow! everyone  must be late for something!” Everyone had a certain sense of urgency about them. If you didn’t stand to the right of the escalator, you pretty much would get trampled.

The mannerisms were different. The doors held themselves and your sneezes said, “bless you!” The accents were very unfamiliar and the overall traffic flow was confusing. It was the first time I had ever seen a  traffic circle that massive that was actually functional!

Learning to ride this thing called the Metro, what side or what time to park on the street and the overall culture took about…well let’s just say I’m still learning. Washington, D.C. is filled with so many cultures, it’s a melting pot. I can try the finest cuisine of Ethiopia and on the same street have the best New York styled pizza.

Living here changed me in so many ways. I now have a certain sense of urgency. I still hold the door for those behind me but maybe for a second or two less than I used to. When I return to Georgia for visits, the accents, the same one that I used to have, sound a bit more distinctive. Georgia will always be home but D.C. has definitely gained a portion of my heart.

Signed,

A Southern Belle in the Big City