Dear North Carolina,
I have loved living among your pine trees, crystal coast, and beautiful mountains for nearly 25 years now. You are home to some of my favorite places/things; namely, the NCSU Wolfpack, Wilmington (where I am getting married even), the Biltmore, Wilbur’s BBQ, and the NC State Fair. I always feel a sense of love and home whenever I cross the State Line when returning from a trip. However, this was not the case yesterday. You see, I left my most favorite part of North Carolina, my sweet Tar Heel, behind yesterday in Georgia. Yes, Georgia. You may have heard of it. For some reason you and Georgia are a solid 6 hour drive apart. This is no bueno. A six hour drive does not allow me to run home and make a quick dinner for us to share in-between classes and work. A six hour drive does not allow me to check on the Tar Heel before I leave for work to make sure he gets up on time. A six hour drive does not allow me to spend the evening watching American Pickers or some other show I always pretend not to like snuggled up next to my sweet fiance.
So, I guess there is really only one thing left for me to do: Move to Georgia. I love you NC, but I love my Tar Heel waaaaaaay more. See ya in 2-3 years.
The NC StatelyLady