Congratulations, you made it out of Mass! I'm still stuck here, and will be for another 3 years, at which point, I'll be a retarded Sailor heading back to Missippy.
These people here have no sense. Their roads are bad, the design is poor (rotarys-wtf?), their manners are atrocious, and their pronounciation, well, if I'd try to talk like that in grade school, my butt would still be sore.
Not a day goes by when my wife and I talk about getting back home as soon as my 20 years are up. It's getting to the point that we specifically teach our 4 yr old boy how to pronounce things the RIGHT way - with that drawl :)
Fortunately for me I was in Bahstun well Hansom Field in my early 20s and unmarried. I did a lot of drinking, saw snow for the first time (Boy were the contractors surprised that I had no idea how to shovel snow and it was still not done by 10am! They bought me a snowblower :) )
Fenway Park was fun in the right field section for students and military cheap rates. I rode my first subway and was glad I escaped most of the taxes there! Since I wasnt politically aware yet (see above about drinking etc) I was blissfully unaware of what dangerous country I was in! Bahstun reminded me in a lot of ways of New Orleans, except for the FRIGGING COLD ASS WINTER!!!!
My kids were lucky enough to be born in Gulfport, MS, elementary school in Warner Robins, GA and then a couple of years in Oklahoma City, now enjoying the Catholic School route in New Orleans. My daughter sounds more southern than I do!