Now that I'm back though, the reverse culture shock is hitting me almost as badly as the jet lag. I still don't know what time of day it is, or what day of the week it is. In China, every white person you saw was a "wai guo ren 外国人", a foreigner. But in the United States, there are lots of white people and I'm the odd one out! If I'm not paying attention I throw Chinese words into my speech, which is a fairly normal habit of foreigners living in China. Now I have to translate.
Western food. Riding in cars. Using a knife and fork again (freaking difficult). Drinking water directly out of the tap. Sweet smelling air. Blue skies. Open space. Silence. English spoken everywhere. It's like another world here, and I have to admit I don't know if my head and heart are home yet. I made China home for three months, longer than I've actually lived in my house in America.
I had a hamburger and french fries and American ketchup, and it was fabulous. Except I'm craving Tibetan food...
Where is my yak meat? Above, the most delicious thing ever.
I miss China >.<