I’m not sure if this is significant or not, but last night I had a craving for pizza. Not just any pizza either, but the New York slice variety. Although on occasion during my travels I have eaten western food, this is truly the first time in memory I actually had a definite desire to eat something strongly identified with the culture I grew up in. What does it mean? That I am on the downhill slope towards heading home? That my wanderlust is beginning to be satisfied and I am ready to find a single place (in the US or elsewhere) in which to settle for a while? Do I even believe in the concept of “home”? Maybe it just means that something as ubiquitous as pizza is in my culture, by its lack of availability in this part of the world, turns into something exotic.