Here's what currently lies in my kitchen: Lots of Dishes.

This is a great thing you see because it reveals relationships being built...


By conversation had while new friends taste and stir and prepare to serve you dinner...
As these new friends play hide and seek, peek a boo and just simply delight in your children.

Throughout dinner you talk about things like :
- American music
- How you never knew Asian "Stars" (a.k.a Celebrities) live right in your neighborhood!
- Roles in and Views of Marriage
- How people here are ALL ABOUT the Twilight movies.
- How my daughter definitely has shape and booty (yes, there's a word here thats similar to ghetto booty... who knew?)
- You laugh and makes jokes and realize there's so many things where your home culture crosses your new culture.
So this morning I'm actually thankful for my dishes.