Virginia is where I am, Pennsylvania is where I grew up.

In Virginia: people drive differently the pace is some sort of a cross between primal/smooth; checks seem to be used more often; the rocks are different, the hills roll differently around them, they break the surface differently, more like with the surface rather than in spite of it; there are cedar trees along the highway; there seem to be more crosses, but maybe they are Virginia Easter decorations or maybe not; the people seem more kind, they say have a nice day and seem to mean it more; there are no foreign cars; Kudzu is everywhere it looks like someone sprayed everything in gray silly string. Virginia! Its a Winner!