What is it about coming back to the familiar that leaves one completely distracted and disoriented?
It’s September now, about 3.5 months since I stepped off that plane and onto American soil. I can’t say that I experienced reverse-culture shock so much as I just got thrown back into the daily grind and lost myself in picking up where I left off.
Sometimes I look back on my travels and think that it was all just one long, extensive dream. Then I check my bank account and know that it definitely wasn’t.
It’s shocking how quickly one can fall back into a routine. I only have two semesters left for my undergraduate degree and this summer has been a flurry of finding an internship, getting an apartment (major big-girl step – YIKES!), preparing (ok, procrastinating) for thesis, and trying to resuscitate my bank account. I met a few really interesting people since getting back and didn’t get to reconnect with half the friends and family that I promised I would. I even squeezed in an adventure or two, but I didn’t record them (Shame! Shame! Shame!).
I still have a lot to share about my travels, studying abroad, and traveling in general (my whole Spring semester is still undocumented… whoops) but the funny thing that I’ve learned about time is that it doesn’t stop. I insist on blogging about the adventures of last semester, belated thought they may be, but I also want to start incorporating some current material. Restless Spirit Syndrome more accurately reflects my personality than one year of my life, so here’s to keeping the good times – and the posts – rolling.
This and Facebook will be how I avoid writing my theses.
Restless Spirit Syndrome 