Rude awakening

I've been home for a little over two months, and already, the euphoria has wore off. It's so disappointing in many ways. I am starting to think it wasn't a good idea to come home after all.

I miss the malls in Dallas. I miss Thai and Viet food. I miss Quiktrip. I miss the restaurants. I miss the theaters! Oooh I am so movie-deprived here. The only movies that get here are blockbusters, and I can only take so many of them. I miss independent films and artistic films and films with "nobodies." I miss Netflix. I miss my car. I miss my independence. I miss not having people up in my business all the time. I miss making my own decisions. I miss the Taiwan Cafe at Chinatown. I even miss the highways/freeways/roads (no potholes). I miss Wendy's. The burgers here are pathetic. I miss the autumn and spring seasons. I miss going on road trips. I miss Wal-mart, believe it or not. I miss the pancakes at First Watch. I miss Barnes and Nobles, oh so much! I haven't been book-shopping for too long. Needless to say, the selection in bookstores here make me wanna cry because it's so paltry. Ohhhhhh, I miss it all.

Sigh. It's sad, isn't it?

Pensive

I am discontented. I want to complain and protest against the unfairness of it all. But I won't. I will suck it up and keep at it, 'cause 'tis life.