Home-body

A few weeks ago, some friends and I were at Little Africa. I think I may have blogged about it.
Anyway, as we were the only ones in the restaurant, the owner/server/cook came to talk to us. He asked each of us our majors, and what we planned on doing with them. Obviously, Ireland had to come up, and we started to talk about going abroad. Each of us expressed our love of travel, experiencing new cultures, and our desire to do it again, with the possibility of moving out of the U.S. permanently and establishing roots in other countries.
He, being a man who noticeably is not of American descent, responded to this with timid shock. "Why would you want to go anywhere else?" and "No place like home." And this coming from someone who emigrated here, who chose Michigan U.S.A. over his home and over anywhere else he had ever been (which was a lot, he named them all).
There are obvious reasons to staying in the U.S., family here, friends, freedom-- the 3 F's.

In other news, I'm watching Sex in the City and I'm mad at Carrie for letting Aidan go.