The coveted care package
It’s Christmas in the Francis household! Not because it’s literally Christmas, but because I just received a coveted care package from my amazing mom. I’ve been eagerly awaiting this package for weeks and I just cannot contain the joy.
I’m brought back to my sleep-away camp days where they would call out campers receiving care packages and it felt as though you hit the jackpot if your name was called. Even in my old age that excitement hasn’t wavered. I’m like a kid in a candy store, rifling through the hair products, snacks, magazines, and spices. I know exactly what’s in there because it’s mostly stuff I asked for, but it doesn’t take away from the joy I feel to smell the trufle oil I’ve so yearned for and to hold in my hand a real deodorant AND antiperspirant. This package was that much more special because it had our Christmas stockings, so it came just in the nick of time to save Christmas, as if Santa brought it himself.
One of the biggest things I’ve learned from my travels is to import all the necessary and loved American products. I love my spices, especially Adobo, Lawrey’s seasoned salt, and Red hot. Unless you’re lucky to live near an American Army base and have befriended someone there, you are out of luck for finding most American products. Where we are now, there is nothing. Not even the occasional Pop Tart or Reeses Peanut Butter Cup, which we were able to find in Berlin, as well as last year in Izmir. The funny thing is, when I’m at home I don’t snack on much junk food, but over here I flip out if I find a bag of M&M’s or Sour Patch Kids. A few weeks ago my husband brought home a pack of After Eight mints he had randomly found at the gas station and it was like he had showered me with diamonds!
I know it seems silly in the grand scheme of things, but it really is the little things in life. People often ask if I ever get homesick being out of the country for 9 months out of the year, and I do. But sometimes just a bite of my coveted Peanut Chews or the whiff of a Downey dryer sheet can remind me of the comforts of home, and for that, care packages rule in this household.