A Few of My Favourite Things

People in South Africa often ask me what I miss most about home. My family and friends of course. But last night, I truly realized what I miss most.

Wal-Mart.

My epiphany occurred while at a friends house. I met a South African girl who had recently returned from Colorado, and as a group of us were talking, this poor, unassuming girl just casually mentioned Wal-Mart. Without conscious intent, I let out a squeal so shrill that it only should have been heard by dogs. It was a moment of pure, unadulterated joy. This lead me to seriously consider the things I miss most about my home, the United States of America.

I miss Waffle House/IHOP/Denny's/SteakNShake, and all other establishments whose main cooking ingredient is a combination of lard and Crisco. I miss poker, youtube, and being able to see movies as soon as they're released. I miss sushi and New York City diners. I miss my Buick LeSabre, Bertha. I miss state fairs and carnivals. I miss the Union Square farmers market. I miss Chapstick. I occasionally miss the fine dining offered at Taco Bell (this craving hits me at the most random times, similar to when I was in Italy, staring at the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel, and thinking about how badly I wanted a seven layer burrito). I miss stores that carry shoes big enough for my gigantor feet. I miss massive book stores. I miss concerts, particularly Hanson concerts. But most of all, I miss Wal-Mart.

Oh, and my family and friends. I miss you guys too.

In the sacred name of the 2 for $11 movie bin,
Brittany