Believe it or not, sometimes I'd like to move. I just say "Ephraim, how much longer are we gonna live here?!" or "Ephraim, when can we go someplace civilized?" Today was one of those days. We were watching a movie and the guy bought strawberries on the side of the road (Ironman2). Isaac asked, "Mom, when are we going to have strawberries again?" I almost cried. I did cry later, actually. I answered "There ARE no strawberries in this country." Ugh.
It's not just about the strawberries, folks. It's the stores that sell expired food, the mold on my cupboards, the jungle trail we call our road (which has no real name), the offices that close early, the power that shuts off randomly, the water that turns off during a shower, the dogs that prevent my family from bike rides, frustrating mess of ordering things online to an unrecognized territory, the overall lack of qualified workers in important positions... I'll stop there. You get the picture.
Sometimes the grass seems greener NOT in the jungle.
Someone please comment and tell me living in the states is not all it's cracked up to be and I'm so lucky to live here. And who needs a real shopping center anyway, and the less choices the simpler the life, etc. Please.
