Speaking with my brother and Taekwondo instructor this morning stretched the ties between here and America. People and things that I love. Sometimes it can be hard to connect with people and things here, to find those sources of love. I know they are there. But hearing these voices just strengthened the reminder of their existence elsewhere. It was a rainy, oatmeal day. I like both rain and oatmeal, but it's not quite the same. I miss America, and all the people that live there.