Hope

Living across the world without a TV has rendered me sometimes painfully disconnected to my homeland's goings on. I download The Daily Show ( <3 ) and various podcasts and have recently made the Fantastic switch from cnn.com to The Independent, but it's hardly the same as being there. It's like knowing that somebody is having a bar-b-q -- maybe even smelling that bbq-- but not partaking in the feast (or in the US's recent case: old frozen package of hot-dogs and watered down kool-aid). How anyone is able to permanently change their residency blows my mind.
You can't change where you came from and no matter what crazy shit the US gets up to, I will never want to. Although I do hope we will have upgraded back to Polish sausages, potato salad, and margaritas by the time I get back. (Hide some cash under your mattress just to be sure.)
And because I hope this, I have just registered to vote- as should all rational Americans. (Bible belt- feel free to let November 4th slip your mind)