Limo limo ndefwaya kubwela ku Amelika pantu kuli amareasons aya:

Reasons why sometimes I want to move back to America:

Bowling
NPR
Halloween

well, those are the top 3. Of equal importance.

Also,

• constant electricity and internet
• independent movies (=Ragtag and equivalent theaters)
• theatre
• museums
• nice cafes and coffee shops
• sandwiches. turkey sandwiches.
• church and a church community
• a bible study/small group

(yes, I realize I thought of sandwiches before Jesus. That's the ugly truth. Also true that I would MUCH rather have a church community than turkey sandwiches.)

• phone calls. phone calls where you don't have to worry about your talktime running out.
• Pickles. dill pickles. 

Reasons I do NOT want to move back to America:
#1. WINTER
others:

• People constantly on their iphones even while in groups with whom they ought to be interacting
• Everyone has babies
• I can go running outside virtually every day of the year in Zambia and find it quite pleasant, or at the least, totally bearable
• No one speaks Bemba
• Seriously the weather is really nice most of the time here. Especially if you don't have to worry about biking/hitching in it. The cold part is so short I forget about it so quickly. 
• Oh, you can't hitch hike in America
• people are so busy all the time (slow down)

#1.1 I would have to find something to do in America/maybe make a life decision. (yikes!)

• I'd be just like everyone else. (ok, not really. but kinda)
• No more market shopping, ridiculous daily experiences, or people who will drop whatever they're doing to help you

But seriously, I really wanna go bowling. I watched The Big Lebowski for the first time recently (hilarious! I been missin out). Gave me a serious hankerin for some bowlin. No bowling alley in Zambia. I heard there used to be one. Can't justify a trip to South Africa just for bowling, though.

And I really miss Halloween. 3 years of lame Halloweens, 2 without any costume or celebration at all (including this one). I didn't even try to think of a Halloween costume this year. That makes me sad. I love Halloween, and costumes.

Sorta surprised at myself that I just wrote this. I guess that's what I need to blog: plenty of internet access (the power is on late tonight) and a lack of friends. Truth tellin' today.

(but never the whole truth...)

Or maybe I just like to share ridiculous things. Like how NPR and pickles make me think moving back to America sounds good.