american nostalgia.

i decided yesterday that july 4th is one of my favorite holidays. and not because i’m your average proud-to-be-an-american. most of the time i’m embarrassed to be american. it’s really awkward to be born somewhere and be hated because of it.

i am glad i’m american. but i don’t think being american is better than being other things. i try to stay away from ethnocentrism and thinking that things have to be a certain way. though, i do know that many ideals and habits have been inculcated into my being, never to be separated.

the point of this post is that i love the 4th of july because of it’s nostalgia. the way that it represents summer and family and food and, if i must say, patriotism. there are so many traditions and childhood memories that i (and i think the rest of the country) associate with this day.

nostalgia is a part of life, but i also think americans (and probably many others) have perfected this emotion. it is rampant in our everyday lives, and notably, in the way we feel about the 4th of july.

we enjoy our holiday very much.