What you don’t expect is how much the small things can get to you.
For me, it’s Woolworths food. And more specifically… Woolies chicken schnitzels.
I know how ridiculous that sounds. We live in the USA, where you can get just about anything, in any variation, at any time. You’re completely spoilt for choice.
And yet… I haven’t found anything that comes close. Not even slightly.
There’s just something about them.
It’s such a small thing, but it carries so much familiarity. So much comfort. So much of what home felt like.
So the other day, I decided I was going to try make them myself… From scratch.
They weren’t perfect. Not quite Woolies level. But they were close enough to make me smile.
This whole experience has made me realise something I didn’t expect.
You don’t really move on from home. You just learn how to carry parts of it with you.
