Though I lived the better part of my younger life in the suburbs of Atlanta, returning to the U.S. – particularly the South – after many months away always comes with a heapin’ helpin’ of reverse culture shock, especially now that my family is stationed in the town I went to college in – “Poultry Captiol of the World,” Gainesville, Georgia.
I started snapping photos here and there, when I saw things that stopped me, or made me think, “only in the South.” It looked a little like this…
We ate all the things.
This is the famous Waffle House waffle. The looming yellow Waffle House sign is one of the most ubiquitous sights in the South, particularly in Georgia. It’s open 24 hours a day, 365 days a year. You can get your hash browns “scattered, covered, smothered, topped, and diced.” You can nurse a never ending cup of coffee for HOURS, and no one will look at you twice. Just ask any college student.
Fried macaroni and cheese bites. I just feel like you should know that these exist in the world.
Sometimes things got a little weird.
We saw a lot of trains.
Little ones …
…and big ones.
The South is nothing if not Patriotic.
“People are scared,” Meghan McCain bellows, as I eat my tacos.