It's been hitting me like a ton of bricks recently; I've been back stateside for 16 months. I’m a year and a half into college. When did that happen? Some days I must admit, I feel like this is my home and I’ve been here forever. Like when I was talking with a friend and said "all ya'll," (that's for a whole bunch of people) or I wore shorts in mid-November because I remembered to not trade out all of my summer clothes last time I saw my family (I'm finally understanding funky Columbia weather!). See Spring Weather during Winter? if you need further proof of the craziness.
Other days I get that culture slap and with it the realization that I’m in a new place that will probably never be homey. I mean I really still don’t understand the allure of big belt buckles, or the constant need to fry things, or how huge trucks have sex appeal. But I'm okay with that. My perspective on things is based off of the places I've lived and visited, and even though that amplifies the differences here at times, I wouldn’t change anything. I love that I can look at life here through the lens of other cultures that I’ve experienced; and that one day I’ll be doing that in another place with my time here!
I’m still learning the ways of the South, so here’s to continued education!
I think that I've adapted to some other things a little too well though...but that's another topic.
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| I guess I'm more of a Porsche type girl? Or a hybrid? |
