As soon as I opened my mouth, my cousins from Michigan exclaimed, “You’re getting so Southern.” My brother, who stayed in the Midwest, has also teased me about my accent over the phone.
I’ve only lived in South Carolina for 3 years, but I tend to pick up accents like a sponge. For example, due to the subtle sabotage of my college roommate from Jersey, I order “soda” 90 % of the time and only occasionally ask for “pop”.
I’m also adjusting to Southern life in my garden. When I first moved here, the red clay was fascinating, and the crepe myrtle and lantana were exotic. Now I see the clay as merely aggravating, and these Southern plants seem commonplace.
I reckon I’m growin’ more Southern everyday, ya’ll!