"Well east coast girls are hip"

"And the northern girls with the way they kiss, they keep their boyfriends warm at night."

Since I'm from New England, or the north east, I wonder what the Beach Boys would have to say about me?

Last night I was out with a friend having dinner when I made reference to being an "east coast girl." This comment caught her off guard. I know I've been in Washington for quite some time now, but at heart I'm still an east-coaster. It's where I grew up. It's what I know. In my mind I still think of the ocean as being east of me. I suppose it still is, but everyone here seems to think the Pacific Ocean is a bigger deal.

I played with fireflies as a kid. Merry, David, and I would chase them at twilight. Once we caught one we would put it in a jar with the others to watch them glow, and then later set them free. There's something magical about fireflies.

The only bowling I did for the first 17 years of my life was something called Candlepin Bowling. I did not know there was another way. I was so confused when suddenly there were enormous bowling balls with 3 holes in it. How does anyone actually lift that thing up? Yeah... come to find out later the "real" world plays it that way all the time. Who would have known?

Snow is something else in New England. And they certainly know how to deal with it there. The first time it snowed here there was hardly 1 inch and school was canceled. Canceled. Ha! I didn't even think to check if school was canceled, who would do that for 1 measly inch of snow? We used to dig tunnels through the snow when the piles got too high to climb on. Although to be honest, I don't miss that.

Have you ever had a donut from Dunkin' Donuts? If not you are missing out.

I think I have a fairly good sense of direction thanks to all the trees blocking my view in NE. There was nothing like "the mountains are east" to help me out. I learned to just "know" which way was north.

You will occationally notice my New Englad upbringing in my vocabularly, although I've learned to adapt so others know what I'm talking about. I call jimmies 'sprinkles' now. And I'm ashamed to admit the accent pops out unexpectedly at times. The other day I told my mother something was "in my Honder".