How to decode others without writing them off | MŌRIAH

I'm 17 years old. I just stepped off my very first flight with a guitar in one hand and a suitcase full of swimsuits and sandals in the other. I was born and raised in Southern California, so naturally I packed for a beach.The destination, Music City, Nashville, Tennessee in January. My local host, a sweet woman with a southern draw thick enough to spread on toast, took one look at me and said, "Well, good lord, honey. It is colder than a witch's titty in a brass bra out here. Where's your coat, sugar?" And ...