Don't Run Forest, Don't Run

I've been missing forests being out here in Washington. I'm on the eastern side of the Cascades, so I have the dry part. When people think of Washington, they think of rain, dense forests, sparkly vampires, and or BDSM. But that's not eastern Washington. No, we have wheat, wheat, and more wheat. Brown is the color of our "forests," which are just tall, unkempt wheat stalks. This makes me sad, because when I planned to come out here for school I just figured I'd experience a different kind of lush, green forest. Where I come is pretty much the same, just about 40 degrees warmer and humid all the time. Instead, it's dry and I need plenty more water. But I think I'm almost used to it. Luckily it's summer so I won't be here too much longer.

What I'm looking forward to most about going back home soon isn't just that it'll be wet and comfortable. No, I'm looking forward to something more, something better, something sweeter. Yes, You know what I'm talking about. It's bananas. Back home I can get fresh bananas from the tree, none of this preserved nonsense. Goodness, all of this banana talk makes me hungry. I need a banana.