Personal Narrative: Becoming A Yankee

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Hey Professor Simpson,
Thank you, I am feeling somewhat better. Slow is not always my favorite pace, however, I am trying to enjoy being at home. I do not consider myself much of a Yankee anymore, I prefer the term "Yankel" someone made this term up, it is a yanked over Yankee. I absolutely love living in Georgia. About eighteen years ago, we tried to move back home to Indiana. Thankfully, it only took us eight months to realize we had made Georgia our home. I do miss seeing my family, however, most of my husband's family live near us in the surrounding counties and I have made most of my customers, church friends, and Bible study ladies my extended family. Looking forward to the new

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