When my husband Jonathan and I moved from DC to Alabama five years ago, the biggest culture shock wasn’t the Southern accents, but rather, the pace of life.
It was the stunningly slow turns that drivers made into parking lots. It was standing still at a four-way stop because everyone wanted to let everyone else go first.
(As a New Jersey native, both of these drove me bananas. Just go already! You could not get away with these shenanigans in New York!)
But the biggest change of all was the sudden halt of my own busyness.