The little things about coming back to Brown

It’s easy to explain why coming home for Thanksgiving is nice. We don’t have to wear flip flops in the shower. We get to be pampered by — and maybe get in some uncomfortable conversations with — our relatives, all while gorging on really tasty non-Ratty food. We have an excuse to buy non-Natty beer and non-Karkov vodka. You get the picture; there are some creature comforts we would only ever get at home. Having now returned from my break, however, it amazes me what little things we don’t appreciate about Brown while we’re away, like:

1. Never having to worry about what/where to eat for dinner. I guess this goes away for people who are off meal plan, but there is something comforting in stumbling into the Ratty or V-Dub and just gorging yourself on whatever’s there. Sure, Montreal/Jamaican Jerk/Italian grilled chicken might get old, but cajun chicken pasta doesn’t.

2. A totally awesome police force. In what normal place on earth are you able to get away with blazing in broad daylight on the Main Green, streaking to celebrate President Obama’s reelection — that totally actually happened — and climbing roofs of various buildings? In the real world, you can get arrested and thrown in jail for those kinds of moves, you know.

3. No driving! I know many students hold their car and their dog in similar esteem and miss them just about the same amount while here, but Brown’s pedestrian- and eco-friendly culture is definitely less stressful (not to mention less expensive).

4. We anonymously compliment our friends. And no one is weirded out by it!

5. Our food trucks have some personality. Now that I think about it, they actually might have too much. That being said, I can’t imagine buying “escargot de bourgogne à la parisienne” anywhere else but Thayer street.

6. Not having to explain a Sextion post to your parents. It seems like every time I go home, either my mother or father has happened upon that week’s column, which is almost invariably the raunchiest of the year. Props to Monica Bruinsky for injecting a little bit about the nuances of hickey removal into the conversation at my first dinner at home.

7. Normal-sized squirrels are lame. I mean, there’s just no rush in seeing a squirrel dart by where you’re sitting and realizing that, unlike at Brown, there’s no way it could maul you and take your lunch.

8. Books! Lots and lots of books! We’re kidding. No books. Until reading period at least, which is scarily soon.

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