God bless America (and nobody else)
Apr 12th, 2007, 10:10 am
After nearly two months in Argentina, I’m starting to notice symptoms of “America withdrawal.” I love this country, and I’ve been having a great time. But as the saying goes, there’s no place like home.
I miss my family and friends. I miss ranch dressing. I miss rednecks. I miss turkey sandwiches. I miss unlimited night and weekend minutes from Cingular. I miss spicy food. I miss real college campuses. I miss the incessant Muslim bashing. I miss corn dogs. I miss ISNA conventions. I miss seeing guys thugged out in hip-hop gear. I miss driving while listening to my favorite music. I miss seeing Starbucks on every block. I miss Pat Robertson. I miss lowriders. I miss short shorts that say “hotty” on the back. I miss prank calling the Waffle House. I miss Indian restaurants. I miss WASPs. Okay, I think you get the idea.
Despite all this, I’m not homesick yet. Everyday is a new experience for me, and unless everything gets old and annoying, I look forward to seeing what the next day brings. On top of this, I’ve made a few really cool friends, so I don’t feel as lonely as I did for the first few weeks, when I felt the most homesick.
I really, really miss ranch dressing.
but you should be good, because i don’t get anything.