Nice Town, Weird Folk

Yo Yo bang bang jiggy jiggy wit it. Whaddup Heather here. Thanks for the shout out Timmy V right back at cha!

Sooo, I graduated in December celebrated all night, and started my first, full time "real" job the following morning almost breaking my ankle running out the door.

I am fully trained now flyin solo over here on the other side of the country. I havn't been the best at keepin people updated on whats goin on over here so, Timmy and I decided to start writing blogs.

Well, I'm over here on the east coast where people's jaw drops to the floor when you tell them you're from Cali. It feels like an entirely different country. I began in Vir-gina, yes I said gina. There I ate some fried chicken, and flew down the freeway in the left lane while everyone else cruised along drivin 50 on the right. That's right, the left lane is actually used as a passing lane here. Now it's great that everyone leaves the lane open for me but they also like to cut you off going 50. It's not just their driving that is slow, they talk slow usiing words like, "fixin, ma'am, yall" and "whaaaaaat?" not just what but "whaaaaaat?" With a twang, or drawl or whatever it is.

Now I've moved on to North Carolina. In a land where there is a lot of, trees that look like really big twigs, confederate flags, fried foods (and huge people that eat them), mullets and signs that read "Servants Wanted". There is every donimation of church on every corner with gospel music playing in grocery stores, and African American people who thank you for having a conversation with them.

I am havin a good time, enjoyin my paid hotels, overtime hours and interesting people. I basically teach a class and then drive anywhere from 2-6 hours to the next place. This isn't too bad considering you get to see scenic views (sarcasm) of tree lined roads that look the same for the entire drive. It is only crappy when you are running on your 9th hour of work and you are drivin on a two lane road that is pitch black through thunderstorms and hail storms where your windshield wipers won't go fast enough to even see the road ahead. You can't pullover and let it pass cuz there is ditches on both sides of the road and huge trucks riding up on your rear.

I'm in the best place so far, named Wrightsville Beach. I am staying right on the water and I dipped my toes in the Atlantic yesterday! That's what's up y'all, until next time.