The other day someone referred to me as a southern gal. I almost spit my diet coke out across the room. What? No slight against southerners intended, but I just had never thought of myself in that way.
I'm a New Englander.
I'm not one of those Northern elitists, either. I count myself as a New Englander not because I think I'm better than southerners, but because I like my ocean the same way I like my beer: cold. When it comes to shellfish, lobster reigns supreme. I like to transition to sweaters at night in the summer. Fall is my favorite season; apple picking my favorite pastime. I have a soft spot for Ben Affleck. I am an Italian-Irish American! I am nostalgic about snowstorms, and, during the winter, I am constantly rooting for more. AND I can ice skate.