Ciao, America : /

Things that I did not miss about suburbia:

1. Suburbia.

2. Suburbia. Yesterday I woke up and applied to some jobs. Then I did some laundry. Then I ate lunch (read searched the kitchen for something appealing, did not find it, and finally ended up chewing morosely on some stale bread). After that, I wondered what to do with myself. I considered my options: the library. Walking down to the river. Grocery shopping. The library... oh, wait. Yeah, that's pretty much it.

3. American food. This could be the start of an excellent new weight loss program.

4. The rabid air conditioning. Everyone ever who has come from Europe to the States has commented on this, so I won't but... seriously. What the hell? And here I thought there was an energy crisis...

5. The New Jersey accent. Ditto for Queens, Brooklyn and Long Island. Also Boston, but we don't have much of that around here. Sorry guys, but we just do not sound good. I vote we all have a nice soft Yorkshire accent surgically implanted instead. At least that would be entertaining...

6. Telemarketers. Perhaps this is just a product of not having had a fisso in Italy, but... or, actually, wait, no. We did have one. And it rang precisely once a day: when Roomie-on-the-left's mother called. E basta. Here it is 2pm and I have so far fielded six calls, only one of them actually useful.

Okay, probably that's enough with the beating up on the homeland. I'm sure it's doing its best. To console it...

Things that are nice to see again (dare I say that I actually missed something about America?):

1. The library and it's endless supply of easy-to-read books.

2. Similarly, Borders.

3. Hearing the wind in the trees outside my bedroom window. (The crickets, less so.)

4. A very limited number of food products which, thus far, include rye bread, seedless grapes, iced green tea, and cheddar cheese.

Anyway... ciao, America. I'm back.