Okay back to right now and being home. People keep asking me how it feels to be home and all I can think to say is it just feels weird. On one hand it feels as if I've been gone forever and on the other it feels like I never left. Very few things have changed since I've been gone. It feels as if I just pressed pause on life, moved to Laos, moved back, and pressed play again. And I haven't experienced much reverse culture shock either. However, I have found that I have a tendency to drive like a Lao person and have to constantly remind myself that in America we DO stop at stop signs. (kidding...sort of) I also purged my closet and threw out lots of clothes because I found it overwhelming to look in there after a year of wearing the same skirts and handful of shirts everyday. But other than that life here feels the same as it did before I left.
Oh one more thing I want to share before I end this rambling post (maybe i'm still a little jet lagged). So back in January I posted this on my cousin's Facebook about what exactly I wanted to happen when I came home...
Now I don't know what kind of relationship you have with your cousin, but me and my cousin are practically besties (and by practically I mean we are) So I was disappointed when she posted this a week before I came home...
But imagine my anger/surprise/joy when I discovered she is a little liar!
Also I got everything I wanted from that original post... my whole family was there, I got a cupcake, Mexican food, and lots of hugs. (There wasn't any confetti though.. i'll have to talk to them about that)