Mazel Tov

Amer.ica is wonderful.

The sky is blue, I haven't worn long underwear in 10 days, I can walk around the house without 2 pairs of socks on, anything I could ever want or need is only a car ride away at Walmart, nobody spits on the streets (that I have seen anyways), people say "bless you" when you sneeze, babies wear diapers instead of crapping on the street, nobody has pushedshovedrunoverelbowed me since I entered an American airport, people wait their turn in lines, there isn't a water truck singing the happy birthday song waking me up at all hours of the night, people chew with their mouths closed and don't spit on the table or slurp from their soup bowls, veggies aren't covered in oil and a glass of water comes with ice and a slice of lemon, my bed doesn't feel like plywood and my clothes come out of the dryer all fresh and soft rather than drying on my balcony and turning crispy from the pollution, I'm not doing cherades to constantly figure out what's going on, I haven't risked my life in a taxi/on a bus/walking the crowded street, nobody is yelling at me on the street because I look different than everybody else, the internet is not massively cens.ored and I can watch (almost) unbiased news, and even if I think it's biased nobody will mind if I share my opinion, I can talk about the Big Man upstairs in public without fear of retribution or worse, birds are singing outside and people actually take care of their pets....


wheewwwwwwww.

I can't possibly write down coherently how amazing it has been to be home.
The closest thing I can say is to listen to the Black Eyed Peas "Tonight's Gonna be a Good Night" on repeat for about 36 hours.

Being in America after a year and a half in Asia is a lot like that.

cheers. xoxo.