“So, what’s the first thing you want to do when you get back to America?”
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been asked this over the last few weeks. It’s starting to sound like we’re finally getting out of prison and have to decide what to do with our newfound freedom.
So, what do I want? This:
A Dunkin’ Donuts Iced Coffee, people. Sweet Moses, I’ve been craving it for a whole year. Most especially during the summer. And heaven help you if you get in my way. I might knock over a little old lady. I may punch a police officer who is picking out his dozen donuts too slowly. And heaven help me if there is a bratty kid who can’t decide on a glazed donut versus a cake donut. Glazed, kid, all the way. I am a woman on a mission.
What does Bill want?
Our Internet sucks here. Trying to make a Skype call is akin to a Verizon commercial: “Can you hear me now? Can you hear me now?”
And while I’m definitely going to miss the views, the amazing people, the Rugby, and the quirkiness, I think we’re both ready to come home.