Something I love about Georgia today: how my 6th graders had written “WE LOVE LANI” on the blackboard, and how it got another round of giggles when someone had to clean the board to do some actual work on it.
Something I miss about American today: not having to eat liver at lunch . . . why do I feel so obligated to at least make a dent in whatever’s put in front of me?
Expat Bound 