Today, America celebrates 225 years of making fun of Europe. Er, I mean, independence. Yesss.

Seriously, though, I like this holiday. I'm not one of those disillusioned teenagers who thinks America is a horrible country from which there is no escape--I actually like my country a great deal. Like every other nation, it has its share of problems, some more serious and obvious than others, but you know, it's a nice place to live, especially for families. I'm a little tired of these overprivileged teenagers bitching, actually. I'm not saying America is perfect, because it's not. I can't stand our current President (and am terribly embarrassed at how he behaved in Europe, since apparently he just reinforced the stereotype that we're all morons) and many other things about this country, but I honestly wouldn't want to live anywhere else.

There's clothes on my back, food on the table (although we currently have no milk at all because Bryan keeps drinking it), and a nice bed for me to sleep in. I'm grateful for my life here, though of course I do want to visit Paris and Rome (Rome especially) and other beautiful European cities someday. But I'm proud to be an American, even if most everything we do is backwards from the way the rest of the planet does it. -__-;