Thursday, I was up for 24 hours straight as I traveled from Scotland to Indiana, only able to sleep for half an hour on the trans-Atlantic flight between Dublin and Dulles. Friday, I attended an American high school football game and sorted through (or tossed) 51 pieces of mail. Saturday, Dad and I went to town, and he said he had never seen anyone so excited to visit the grocery store. I found candy corn, Twizzlers, peach rings, and vanilla sugar wafers, things I hadn’t seen for a while, and I was on a sugar high for the rest of the day.
The most severe reverse culture shock has come when I sit on the right side of the truck as a passenger instead of a driver and sincerely believe that we are going to CRASH because we are driving on the WRONG SIDE of the road.
The leaves are changing, harvest is in full swing, the colt is bigger than I remember him to be, and man, is it good to be home.