(and it's not that I am completely becoming an English putz: I typed "relevation" and it looked and sounded like the right word...and this is one example of a goozillion).
I’ve been here long enough to be royally disappointed that my “new favorite place to eat” isn’t here anymore. (I mean…I was so upset that I went home and took a nap. It’s bizarre what I find upsetting and what doesn’t move me a snipit). The place was a little hole-in-the-wall doner shop (a cross between a gyro and…uh…bliss). I finally had to put a limit on the amount of these greesy badboys I'd eat a week (two…it was painful to limit myself, but I knew my arteries would be thankful…). And now it’s gone. And I’m sad. And I’m having serious cravings for another bite of heaven.
That said, it makes me a little happy to realize that I’ve been here long enough to have developed a strong attachment to a food joint. How about that…another indicator that Gjilan is becoming a home of sorts. Sigh.
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