And homey wants a cheeseburger.

Of course, I’m very much looking forward to seeing my family and friends and spending quality time with them. I envision the smiling faces and warm hugs that await me. I look forward to talking with everyone about what’s been happening since I left, and seeing how everyone has  grown and changed. But am I dreaming about it? I mean really dreaming? Night-time dreaming? Of course not. I’m dreaming about big-ass bacon-cheeseburgers,  dripping with grease and melted cheese. I’m talking about waking up in the middle of the night still smacking my lips.

Sure, there’s hamburgers here in Korea, but only in the strictest sense of the word. There’s a bun with some type of meat, perhaps even a little beef, inside it. But there the comparison ends. They just ain’t nuttin’ like what we got back home.

I find myself thinking about other foods I’ve missed, too. Mexican, Italian, Chinese (yes, I know back-home Chinese food isn’t anything like what real Chinese people eat in China, but neither is it here in Korea. In China, they’ll eat anything with four legs except the table.) I miss sushi and steak, of course, Texas barbecue, too. Oh, and salad with real ranch dressing! Damn, I’m getting hungry all over again just thinking about it.

I’ve gotten accustomed to the wealth of fresh fish, fruits and vegetables here, but for two weeks I’ll survive just fine without them. The real problem will be after slogging down so much of the good greasiness I crave I’ll still fit in my pants before I come back here.