Hi there, readers! I’m Christine, from over on Christine Everyday. I blog about everything, but recently I’ve been talking more and more about the new area that I live in…north GA. It is absolutely beautiful, and it is an amazing place to live. But there are several things that have happened since I moved here that I did not expect.
I became a fruit snob. Because I’m surrounded by orchards, I now refuse to buy or consume fruit from a grocery store. Why eat fruit that is out of season and flavorless when I can get freshly picked apples, peaches, berries, and other fruits in the appropriate season? And they are far tastier than anything I can get in the grocery stores.
I started calling people who don’t live in the mountains names. Any time I have to leave the mountain area that I call home, I start referring to the “flatlanders”. “Boy, these flatlanders don’t know how to drive.” “I sure do hate the attitude these flatlanders have.” Etc. Basically, I am a snob in more ways than one now.
I started pulling over to take pictures from my car on a regular basis. I never get tired of the scenery where I live, and I have to take pictures of it every time. It’s kind of a requirement.
I became a homesteader. Ever since we moved up here and I got access to amazingly fresh fruits and veggies (see #1), I have started canning like crazy. I have cabinets full of canned foods now, and I love it.
I’ve become an avid hiker. Ever since we moved up here, I have become obsessed with hiking. I can’t stop. I bought fancy hiking boots, and every spare weekend day that we have I want to spend going up and down the mountains all around us. So far, my favorite hike is the one at Amicalola Falls.
I get car sick driving in my neighborhood. Living in the mountains means windy roads. And they are so windy that I get car sick even when I’m driving. It’s unpleasant.
I always lose phone calls. I expected this. I can’t drive anywhere without losing cell service. But what I didn’t expect is that nobody cares, and you don’t have to apologize… everybody up here understands.
I don’t care about seeing deer anymore. Seeing a deer used to be a cool experience. I grew up in a relatively crowded suburb, so they weren’t all that common. Now, I see at least 4 or 5 a day, and more often than not I see 20+…and that’s just on the road I live on!
I lose power. Another thing about living in the mountains is that sometimes, you just lose power. It’s pretty much the norm. I don’t really know why, but it’s become pretty standard.
I can’t imagine living anywhere else. I never thought I would love it so much, but I do. It is the most amazing place I have ever lived, and I never want to leave!