Easy way to tell I'm from Georgia, just watch the mental disconnect whenever I see the white stuff falling from the sky. Like this morning when I stepped out to find every non-pavement surface (like, say, my car) covered in an inch or so of unexpected snow, 'unexpected' here to mean 'surprising to those who never watch the weather forecast.'
've lived here almost a decade now, so I should be used to this, but uniformly, every year, my first thought is never "crud, I need to get this off the car" or "wow, it's cold out here, time for heavy jackets," or anything passingly normal. No, this morning, it was "where's it coming from?" with my eyes wide like I've never seen snow in my life while the geese flew low overhead, honking "So long suckers, see you when it's warm."
Maybe next year I can manage the weary-eyed stoicism of those grizzled snow veterans who just roll their eyes and haul out the snow brush. I'm not holding my breath though.
