I don’t think that “reverse culture shock” is really what we think it is. Sure, when I first arrived in Texas, I had thoughts like: “Wow! American food! Hamburgers! Shopping Malls! Big cars! Clean highways! Washers and Dryers and Dishwashers, Oh My! It’s easy to pay my bills! People get annoyed at waiting in lines! Chick-fil-a! Tex-Mex food! Double sinks! Everything is huge! Everything is expensive!” But most of those daily exclamations have passed by now.
What has remained is the nagging feeling that I’m not quite sure who I am in this culture just yet. In some strange way, it feels like moving to Mexico all over again, even though I’m in Austin. Most of my friends are in the Dallas area, so I’m trying to make new friends (which is hard, as everyone knows). I’m even learning a new language at work – all of those funny little acronyms and buzz words that people say to “save time” or to sound important. 🙂 I wonder often about how to “be myself” when I’m not quite sure if I remember who that is. Maybe she’s changed. I think she has. Hopefully I find her quickly, because all that wondering is driving me insane.