I’m sure many of you who read my blog have heard of culture shock.
That’s not what this blog is about.
I could pontificate on the many episodes of culture shock that I’ve had through the years, or bore you with how intimate I am with the turns of that roller coaster called ‘living in a foreign country’, but I will try my hardest not to.
I do however want to mention something that struck me again this weekend. That’s the ‘universal’ of people getting togother and having a good time. It happens everywhere, I think. And the parties that I’ve been to around the world tend to have many of the same characteristics. When I’m surrounded by friends, foreign or national, It’s easy for me to forget that I’m in a foreign country, even if I still have a hard time communicating with it’s citizens.
I do miss home though. I miss other places too. Everyday there’s a reason. And it’s easy to forget how comfortable you were with your friends the night before when your having your picture taken by three teenage girls in the women’s locker room at the gym.
