that there are roads left in both of our shoes
Well, I'm back in America. I made it safely (and so did my bag) after what may have been the longest 3 days of my life. Christmas went well, Sheila's wedding went well, and now I think I can breathe a little.
I'm not sure what the future of this blog is going to be. I do have more pictures and videos that I'm going to post, hopefully sometime in the next couple of days, but now that I'm back to everyday life I don't know what I shall find to write about. There are definitely fewer wild animals in my life now, although a couple days after I got home I saw a bat and last night I killed a really large spider in my house, which is exactly the kind of thing I was trying to leave behind.
As you hold your breath in anticipation of my photos, I will share with you a mental list I've been making of Things I Appreciate About America:
1) Chickfila (duh)
2) Unlimited text messaging
4) Pumping my own gas, or, being able to get in and out of the gas station in less than 20 minutes
5) Water pressure
6) Swiffer Dusters (there's a new swiffer 360 that I got inappropriately and pathetically excited about)
7) A quick and reliable postal service (Christmas cards I sent out the Saturday after I got home got to people BY Christmas! What?!?)
8) A semi-accurate weather forecasting system
9) Sheila, Casper, and Flood
The fact that it just turned 10 o'clock prompted me to add to this post Things That I Hate About America:
1) My parents' cuckoo clock