Bread Necessary

As I enter the sixth month of my life away from the Netherlands, away from home, I find myself evaluating some of the changes that remain difficult, even though I have adjusted to them. Using the English language, the thing I struggled with most when I arrived, continues to be a challenge I enjoy. And though I wish people would not declare me crazy and honk at me every time I use my bike to shop on Grand Rapids' busy 28th Street, I am open to new ways of transportation. Walking with a friend in the snow turns out to be just as fun. But when my thoughts turn toward bread, I cannot come up with an alternative; I have to admit to myself that I miss bread.

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