People seem to get nicer. I can’t keep count of the sweethearts and sugars.

I recall how much I hate D.C. and Baltimore traffic.

The dogwoods and redbuds are blooming.

I can find sweet tea.

I find a station playing the Don and Mike show live. Oh, I can’t forget finding country music stations. NYC has no country music. None.

I find real comfort food i.e. spoon bread, Brunswick strew, and my favorite…Biscuits and sausage gravy. (Dinner tonight!)

I don’t get the usual, “Your accent is cute/different. Where are you from?”

I can find men who open doors.

I start to calm down and I begin to focus on what needs to be done. The pity party is postponed and I found my big girl panties.