You must physically live in North Carolina for at least 183 days a year. That’s half a year plus one. You can’t just mail in a postcard of the Blue Ridge Mountains and call it a day. This is not a marriage of convenience; you must sleep here, eat grits here, and complain about the humidity here.
Pro tip: Keep a journal of your exploits. “Day 47: I finally understand the difference between a ‘sweet tea’ and a ‘tea.’” If the taxman ever asks, you have proof of your suffering—er, I mean, residence.
