finally at the halfway point in my Asia trip and I miss home something serious. what were once simple acts like drinking filtered tap water, driving my own car and surfing the internet have now become memories of a distant, luxurious past. more often than not, I feel as though I boldly stride between the lines of sounding like an ungrateful bitch or a demanding one when that’s hardly my intention.
I’ve been reduced to perusing old photos on my blackberry in moments of frustration to stay calm and remind myself that ill be returning to Western civilization (and my better half) soon enough.