I chose to move to South Carolina when I was 21, but I was born in Indiana. There are a lot of similarities, I look at it like this. South Carolina is a lot like Indiana with an ocean!
SOUTH CAROLINA is where summer starts in April, front porches are wide, & words are long. God comes first, family comes second, macaroni & cheese is a vegetable, "y'all" is a proper pronoun, chicken is fried, & biscuits come with gravy. We don't have fireflies, we have lightnin' bugs, sweet tea is the house wine, Everything is darlin', someone is always getting their heart blessed, and football is a way of life...
You know you’re from Indiana when… it’s pronounced “Indinaplis.”
- You’re bummed about summer corn because it means you actually have to stop at all the stop signs.
- When people are “fixin” to do something, nothing is actually broken.
- Unless it’s pronounced “sumbitch,” no one understands what you’ve just said.
- There is nothing better to do on the weekend but have a barn party with a bonfire.
- When you hang out at the Waffle House.
- As many women drive large SUVs and trucks as men.
- You dial the wrong number and make a new friend.
- A tractor driving through the middle of town is normal.
And finally, You know you’re from Indiana when you can identify the regional accents of everyone else in America, but you don’t really think YOU have an accent.
I was raised in rural Indiana where bare feet came out in March, we don’t have fireflies, we have “lightning bugs,” we don’t have cray fish in the creeks, we have “craw dads” in the “crick”, “taters” are mandatory, chicken is fried, biscuits come with gravy, tea is sweet, and you never ever disrespect your elders because they will “whoop” you if you do. You can’t buy alcohol on Sundays unless you’re in a restaurant. Your school has a “Drive your tractor to school day.” Someone is always getting their heart blessed, the county fair is your high school reunion and basketball is a way of life...