It's the little things

Okay, so I figured this would happen sooner or later, but it seems that I've gotten a touch of homesickness. Nothing major, I'm not ready to buy a ticket or anything, but just sitting in my room feeling just the littlest bit sorry for myself. So what set this off, you might ask? Well, it's all the silly little things... like going to the grocery store and looking for the baby carrots I like, only to find that they're super expensive because they're in the special "international" section, and so I come home with a bag of full-sized carrots. I can't remember the last time I ate actual real size carrots (except when they've been cooked in something), but I felt very much like a rabbit as I sat here and munched on a real carrot. So that was one of the little things. Next, again at the grocery store, was looking to buy hot chocolate mix with the mini-marshmallows. Again, no luck. So getting past the grocery store, is the whole time difference thing, and feeling so far away from pretty much everyone I know, and the phone's been goofy (and again, expensive) so calling home is a bit more of an ordeal. And I tried to order print cartridges for my printer, but couldnt because my credit card billing address is overseas, and there just isn't an Office Max or Best Buy to run out to an get things. I suppose thats the crux of it, is I'm just missing the hustle and bustle and immediate convenience that is America (to include my car). Cambridge is lovely, but its definitely a different world.

Now that I've got that aired out, I think its time to get back thinking about how lovely things are here and how much more relaxed life in general is. But first, I'm going to listen to my Patriotic Country CD, get my little dose of Americana, and then celebrate that I'm here and not there.