When I was little and would be riding to NC with my parents, I always felt like I was in the south after we passed that real old building on the side of I-95 in Richmond.
This sounds like a conversation I had with my brother in law. He was living in Lakeland, FL (midway between Tampa and Orlando), talking about he was living "in the south". And I was like
"You ain't really living "in the south" with all them Puerto Ricans and Dominicans down there, breh... It ain't a down south type mentality" Ya'll stopped being "southern" somewhere around Jacksonville..."