I'm having one of those rare days when I really regret moving here. When I question my capabilities as a mother, when I wonder if I would have been happier settling down over in the US. Which is silly, because I'm here now, and here is where I'm meant to be. But still, I feel so lonely sometimes. For my family members, for familiar foods, smells, and sounds. For bathroom chats with my mother. For family gatherings, filled with love, laughter, and warmth. For the remarkable greek-ness (as portrayed in My Big Fat Greek Wedding ) of my non-greek family. For my dad's wisdom. For people who just 'get' me, because they've known me my whole life. For OIP cheesesteaks, pizzas and salads. For the smell of freshly cut sweet grass mixed with the faint aroma of cow manure. For high school football games, marching bands , hot cocoa, seeing my breath in the air, yellow school buses , the smell of crisp dried leaves, Yankee candles , Martin's potato chip...
