Now that I’ve been back to the city of Birmingham for about 3 weeks now, it’s amazing how much I forgot. However, maybe forgot is a horrible description of my readaptation to southern life. Maybe I should say evolved… but not necessarily in a good way.
When you live in Washington, D.C. (or any large urban center), you quickly learn to forget about the world around you… You don’t speak to folks walking down the street, and quite often you don’t even speak when spoken to. You just go on about your world, get to your destination, enjoy said destination, and you’re on your merry way. It’s nice, actually, and much more enjoyable than it sounds… especially when you have some of the stranger wanderers amidst.
However, in Alabama, and more generally, the South, it’s rude to not at least acknowledge someone’s presence with a hello or a head-nod. And, it’s beyond belief to not speak back to someone who has acknowledged your presence. I find it quite difficult to reacclamate myself to the general strangerly kindness that the South has proudly proclaimed.
Then, there are the highways… I told many before I left that I was worried about the insane level of road rage that exists here. Maybe it has to do with Talladega’s proximity; I don’t know. But, since I’ve re-entered the South (as soon as I got to the Tennessee state line), I’ve been almost run over, crashed into, and run off the road nearly a dozen times. In D.C., you get honked at and/or flipped off, and you’re done. No dice here… it’s revenge if you pull into a lane before someone wants you to do so. It’s scary stuff.
My other favorite part of drivers here are the license plates and bumper stickers. One said crazy driver that sped past me going about 80 in a 35 mph zone had “John 15:5″ on their license plate. Did I forget to mention that he then ran a red light and then through a parking lot to avoid an intersection? He promptly parked at the police station, and hopped out in his full uniform. Whaddya know… a Christian police officer that just broke 4 laws in one swift maneuver. It always ends up that way… the people who are the rudest and most violent tend to have the most ‘gracious’ stickers and tags. Go figure…
While there are definitely cons once you’ve adapted to city life, there are the quaint things that you tend to forget about. Namely, Lynard Skynard. I’ve heard some kind of Skynard music at least once (if not many more times) a week in my various destinations. Today’s episode included the local Winn-Dixie grocery store (and good grief with the expensive groceries AND the sales tax – 10%). I forgot how nice it was to have no grocery tax in Maryland…
I think the largest adjustment I’ve had to make is the time difference. While I have gained an hour in transferring from Eastern Standard Time to Central, my brain is all confused since I learned TV show times in EST. And while I’ve changed it 3 times, it seems that my VCR/DVD player has refused to take on CST, preferring to readjust itself to EST (even with the auto adjust settings turned off). Thank God for TiVo or I’d be doomed.
It’s taking me a lot longer to readjust here than it did to adapt to Washington, D.C. Being homesick for the district also doesn’t help the process…