Things that Remind Me of Home
The first is a picture of some Steak and Shake Chili Mac, thanks to a few care packages from my parents and Grandmother.
The latter is just a really strange coincidence. Your eyes don’t deceive you, that is a “I (heart) NY” bag from your prototypical New York City souvenir shop. My only explanation is that they must be manufactured somewhere nearby in China and are therefore easy for our little grocery shops to get here in the Gobi. There’s something odd, but also familiar, about carrying my frozen leg of mutton and loaf of soda bread home in such an identifiable and ubiquitous symbol of things I thought I’d left behind.