So I am back in the US of A and I am struggling to understand all of the emotions that come with being home. This may sound crazy, since I was only gone for about 10 weeks, but I seem to be experiencing a bit of culture shock coming back home. Is that wierd? Culture shock in my own country?! I don't know if that is possible, but every morning I expect to be in a hostel waking up to the sound of "Titanium" played by Lauren Downey, getting ready for Systematic Theology class, and drinking my cup of milch kaffee. I expect to not understand anything that is being said around me and to use a currency that is foreign to me. I expect to be surrounded by fashionable Germans that are maybe too blunt yet so friendly. Everything in me wants to go back and everything in me wants to stay here. Regardless I am so thrilled to be home and to see all my family and friends. It was a summer for the books and one that I will never forget.
After being home for a week, I have started to notice the little things, things like: my plugs go straight into the wall without a convertor, there is no snoring coming from my bedroom, I can eavesdrop on conversations and understand everything that is being said, or that I can call my love whenever I want. These are some of the little things that even though may seem silly, are what I have noticed since being home. These are some of the things I appreciate.
However, there is something to be said for the ancient beauty that marks every inch of Europe. It's something that America is a stranger to and sometimes has a hard time understanding seeing how our country is just a little baby compared to the antiquity of Europe. I have been forever changed in my perspective of myself and the world and I am so grateful. I thank God for his mercy throughout the ages and his never ending love for his people!
