drool factor : 9.4
I enjoy my city, I do. it’s not too big, not too small; the people not quite as fast (or seemingly quite as mean to each other) nor as loud as in the big ten cities. stores have enough foreign luxuries to get me through those food-homesick moments but not so much that I forget what country I’m actually in. I get to see first hand progress rolling slowly (and sometimes bulldozing quickly) in. but reading this I have to admit I’m drooling, not to mention going over and over in my head the above mentioned reasons as well as a plethora more. oh for smoked salmon on a sesame seed bagel…delivered, sunday morning.
filed under :: daily life :: annie carr @ 9:45 pm