Even though I hate to admit it, even I miss home from time to time. While these are the years where "home" is highly questionable (Is Milwaukee home? Valpo? Dunedin? Anywhere?!), I still feel that I will, at some point, come back to the States. Today is a day in which I miss my home country. Before I list off a couple of things I miss, I would like to make this disclaimer: I am ecstatically happy here in NZ and am very much looking forward to the year-ish I have left year; but, c'mon, it wouldn't be healthy if I didn't miss home a little bit.
- Jimmy John's #6 with no tomato (they always fall out of the subs). Ah, provolone and avocado... And that big ol' pickle??
- Having a car; and more so, having a reason to have a car. I miss driving a half hour to Beth, Bath & Beyond and then to Barnes N Noble for a coffee. Just because.
- The idea of distance. Here, an hour drive is far. Back home, that was my daily commute to and from work.
- I miss having a couch. Now, I suppose I could have one here, but it just isn't practical in a single person flat. At least in mine this year.
- Mexican food. We've been over this: they don't do Mexican food here. The first thing I want when I get into the States is a cheese enchilada. STAT.
- Proper vegetarian food. Okay, well, processed vegetarian food. Remember veggie corn dogs? Veggie burgers?!
- Decent shampoo that doesn't cost fifteen dollars. Scratch that... decent anything that isn't exhorbantly priced. Towels, toothpaste, mouthwash, makeup... forget about it!
- Mostly, proximity and contact with family and friends.
Oh, lists. But seriously, I am doing fine and loving NZ; perhaps paper writing has finally gotten to me. It is a rare day that Annika admits missing anything. Maybe you can help me out though... where do I miss??
2 comments:
Is that really the best picture that you could find of america?
I found it the most ironically horrid.
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