Today I am blogging from my old bed in my old basement room. And let me tell you, it is *strange* to be in America after two and a half solid years of not being here. There's this almost mystical familiar air to everything...while at the same time the whole place feels foreign. Getting into the airport in Seattle didn't feel so different from getting into the airport in Kolkata, India for my trip a year and a half ago.
A lot of little shallow things are shocking...
I keep looking at streets and wondering what happened to the houses in between the other houses...and then I remember that houses were always that far apart in the States.
It feels weird to tear toilet paper without the flap over the top of the roll.
Remembering that it's normal not to be able to see anything above the trees.
I also panic when my mom makes right hand turns and there are cars coming at us in the left lane.
I spent a solid 30 seconds searching for the part in the wrapping on a box of chocolates that I could pull open before remembering that it's everything in *Japan* that is easy open, not in America.
I really keep wondering where all the people are.
Leaving Denver International Airport, I wondered where the city was.
When I arrived in Denver, it was 71 degrees. On the road home to Wyoming, it was 31 degrees with blowing snow and ice. The mountains were gorgeous!
Cheese is NOT a priceless commodity and does not need to be rationed.
We have a dishwasher!!!
Beds are *really* soft.
People say, "Hi, how are you?" when you walk into gas stations.
Seattle did not look green from the airport.
My dog is *really* big. But he still remembers me! We're now fighting about who's going to be boss. ;-)
Some things are exactly the same. My church is started a prayer vigil last night that will go until tonight, and after the Maundy Thursday service I stood with a guy who was shaking in his socks about his half hour prayer time. I got to meet the woman at church who is running the prayer vigil and she said how everyone was really freaking out, but she had a guide for them to pray and knew they would realize the half hour slots were really short, and get really blessed by it besides.
Anyway...this is the shallow stuff. The deeper stuff will take me a few more days of mulling over...but for now, I am back in the States, and feeling rather displaced.
