(Editor's Note: A warm welcome to Justin Phillips, one of the newest members of our writing staff)
My wife is an Army brat, which means that she essentially grew up nowhere, unencumbered by the typical trappings of a particular place or culture. No southern accent. No preference of how barbecue must be prepared. No concept of the religion of that is SEC football.
My wife is not in a unique spot in this respect. Several spouses I am sure experience this bewildering displacement by moving to Tennessee, best put into words on a friend’s sweatshirt "I Married into This" with the Power T right in the middle.