Country Music, and Why I Was Born in the Wrong Region

I'd like to expand a bit on my Grateful Sundays post from yesterday.

I LOVE country music - like, love it.  I like a lot of different types of music, but there's just something about country.  I love that country artists are unafraid to talk about anything - no matter how raw, real, or politically incorrect.  I love that the music speaks to me, and when there's a song that I can really relate to, I feel like it was written just for me.

When I was younger, where I grew up, country music was not popular.  More often than not, on people's Myspace pages (yes - I was a part of the Myspace generation!) under "Music," it said "anything but country"!  For a long time I was genuinely ashamed of being a country music fan, because it was so different than everyone else.

Well lots of growing up, and a big heaping helping of "not giving a crap" has lead me to be proud to declare my love for the genre!  Carrie Underwood - I adore you!  Rascal Flatts - you speak to me!  Miranda Lambert - total girl crush!  Darius Rucker (aka Hootie) - there are no words!

I firmly believe I was born in the wrong region - I'm truly very certain I was meant to the a Southern Belle. I love the music, the simple kind of life feeling you get from listening to it, I think I would have made a fabulous toddler with a tiara, and often times I start speaking with a southern accent for no explicable reason.

Do you ever wonder what it would have been like if you were born and raised somewhere else?