I learned to love McDonald's while living in Finland. I had previously looked upon the golden arches with total disdain and turned up my nose to their greasy mass produced food. But in Finland, I found comfort it's the sheer Americaness.
Today, I found myself on the verge of a melt down - my brain was in a tizzy, I just couldn't cope with the enormity of the issue at hand, I could feel my breath getting faster and shallower and I knew it was time to get out of the Barnes & Noble and find another place to work on my job search.
I found my way to a McDonald's - which by the way, had wi-fi - Hallelujah! And as I sat down with my cheeseburger, fries and diet coke (all for less than $4.00), I began to find my breath again. Ahh McDonald's, no matter where I go, there you are. And maybe that's what's so comforting about McDonald's after all. Consistency. Be I in Rome, Turku, Krakow, White River Junction, Verona, Fairbanks or Springfield - McDonald's has always been there - a place to sit with an icy cold Diet Coke and collect my thoughts.