A Return to this Side of the Atlantic
Well it’s been a little over a week since I arrived back in the States. Time has really flown by. It seems like so long ago that I was walking the streets of London, but it really wasn’t. Being back home makes the whole experience seem a bit surreal—was I really in London, I mean London for almost 6 months? I know I was, but so little has changed here at home that sometimes it feels like I never really left. Though if I hadn’t been away it would be hard to explain my still only partially unpacked suitcase in the living room (oops). I’ll get to it eventually.
I have been really busy since I got back though. I think my business is in part to blame for why I’m not too homesick for London (though can you really be homesick for a place you only lived in briefly?). I’ve adjusted pretty quickly to life back in New Jersey though the humidity has taken some getting used to (my hair is not happy). I’ve been catching up with friends and doctors appointments (pretty standard back from school stuff). And today I started my summer internship which is pretty exciting I guess. I mean it’ll be nice to recuperate some of the savings that were depleted during my time abroad (though definitely not wasted). Just having another new experience to keep me occupied is pretty nice though. I think I’d go crazy if I was sitting around my house all summer (I mean there’s nowhere to go.) That’s obviously a gross exaggeration, but I definitely do miss being able to walk everywhere. While my lazy self is quite happy sitting around watching television the active me that gained some momentum in conquering London streets is becoming a bit restless. I’m going to try and get into an exercise routine. Hopefully that’ll help. We’ll see.
Anyway, more about what I believe is called “reverse culture shock”. It’s definitely not a shock. At least not for me and I would imagine it wouldn’t be for anyone returning to a familiar culture unless he or she had been gone for a much longer period of time. Being on the right side of the road on the ride home from the airport was a bit weird, but after that ride it just felt normal again. I do kind of miss the various English accents though. Mid-Eastern US accents just seem a bit pale in comparison. But I don’t have to ask people to repeat themselves quite as often so I guess it’s a good trade-off. I haven’t had many cash transactions since my return home and I imagine the first time I have to count out change it might be a little awkward (wait there’s no coin for the $1?) but since counting change was an integral part of my math education and my time as a cashier, I’m not too worried about it. So all in all it’s nice to be back. I do miss London, but there’s so many great things here that I’m not quite ready to leave home again just yet. Ask me again in a week or so.
So that’s it for my blog. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it (and experiencing it!) My only advice is to go make your own abroad adventure if you can. It’s a very personal experience and while I’ve tried to share it with you, it can only really be explained through experiencing it for yourself.