When that Southern anthem rings
I'm at the beach right now. A friend of my mom's lent us (my parents and me) a house for the weekend, and this friend apparently has more money than I gave her credit for, because the house is ridiculous. It's right on the water, for starters. It's also three stories high, has six bedrooms, and comes fully equipped with an indoor and outdoor hot tub, a spiral staircase, and an elevator.
The weather, of course, is gorgeous. (This is North Carolina, after all.) Dad and I just went for a walk on the beach, investigating the shell collecting options and discussing totalitarianism, and the sun was shining and the air smelt of salt and mist. The water is still rather chilly, as it is wont to be in March, but I'm planning on squirming into my bathing suit tomorrow and running into the surf like the mad Scandinavian warrior I am (deep, deep down inside).
You know, I rather like the semi-rural South. It's very different from the business-like, flashy, intellectual, hyper-liberal DC area - it's slow-paced and quiet, like the somnolent ebb of the ocean's tide. I don't think I could ever live here, because the pervasive Christian conservatism isn't really for me (nor are pick-up trucks with Confederate flag decals), but I like that the South is unpretentious. It doesn't pretend to be something that it isn't.
America's Funniest Home Videos (on the house's thirty-six-inch high-definition TV) calls. Have a lovely day, my dears.
The weather, of course, is gorgeous. (This is North Carolina, after all.) Dad and I just went for a walk on the beach, investigating the shell collecting options and discussing totalitarianism, and the sun was shining and the air smelt of salt and mist. The water is still rather chilly, as it is wont to be in March, but I'm planning on squirming into my bathing suit tomorrow and running into the surf like the mad Scandinavian warrior I am (deep, deep down inside).
You know, I rather like the semi-rural South. It's very different from the business-like, flashy, intellectual, hyper-liberal DC area - it's slow-paced and quiet, like the somnolent ebb of the ocean's tide. I don't think I could ever live here, because the pervasive Christian conservatism isn't really for me (nor are pick-up trucks with Confederate flag decals), but I like that the South is unpretentious. It doesn't pretend to be something that it isn't.
America's Funniest Home Videos (on the house's thirty-six-inch high-definition TV) calls. Have a lovely day, my dears.