The other day I was thinking (occasionally this does happen) and came to the conclusion that perhaps I should write not only about my debonair daily life and my jovial weekend gallivants, but also about the less-than-ideal aspects of my Japanese life. I have decided to title these posts, Miss America. Not because I want world peace (which I suppose I do—so, crown me), but because these posts will most likely come from my sparkly tiara-of-an idea of what life should be—no matter where I am living.
It has taken eight months for this idea to even cross my mind. So, clearly, most aspects of my life are quite enjoyable. But, this will give me a chance to vent about the little things I miss from home and remind y’all not to take them for granted. I will be the first to admit, these posts will make me sound like a diva/princess/beauty queen, but I hope both you and I can see the humor in each situation. The posts may happen once a week or once a month—depending on how frequently I have these moments of weakness. First up: dryers.