Homesick

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This seems really silly, but it takes a natural disaster (and in the case of Rita, soon-to-be disaster) to make me miss home. 750 miles from the border seems long, but let me tell you, Mexico is another country, so it seems way longer, but 750 miles to a Texan won’t get you out of the state, so you pick! I have been going to class, doing my thing, etc. and of course I miss friends and family, but I haven’t felt homesick until these last few days, especially now, seeing all the views of Houston and all other Texas cities that I’ve visited or lived all of my life. I want to go home. Obviously, I’d wait a bit before traveling to the Houston area, but there’s one each of a Vietnamese, Chinese, Thai, Indian, and Greek restaurant with a table with my name on it and I can’t wait to visit.

Speaking of food, there’s NOTHING in the way of any authentic “foreign” food, and by “authentic” I mean the way you know it’s made in country because the people that made it (back in the US) haven’t even acclimated to speaking English and menus are in the native language with small, bad English for the non-regulars. I can’t get decent sweet and sour chicken–a dish I’d never order in the States–much less anything “exotic” like, oh I don’t know, plain old chicken in black bean/garlic sauce, a dish I’d normally get as the “boring/safe” option. The idea of my sitting in a nice restaurant waiting for the dim sum cart to come by with my next round of delicacies is like an Eskimo imagining himself swimming in the water naked and sunburned–it just seems impossible.

I better stop, because as a person who loves to cook and explore flavors, combinations, etc. (yes, I know, I haven’t finished the “about me” section on the site), I could be here all day. It’s not about the food, of course, but few things make you feel “home” more fundamentally. I just miss everything right now.

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  By flyingwalrus, November 16, 2005 @ 7:23 am

  blast from the past…
  Dude! Remember the time you were housesitting for the “G” man and you raided his fridge and made rice with gefeltafish? Talk about exploring flavors.

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