Reverse Culture Shock

There comes a time in every blogger's career when they find themselves opening at least one post with the general sentiment "I am a horrible blogger."

Today I join their ranks.

To be fair, it has been over a month since I last posted. I've even been back in the States for an entire week.

Which brings me to a much anticipated discussion of reverse culture shock. Mine actually hasn't been that bad, but I also haven't been out and about a ton.

Being back on the right side of the road didn't phase me a bit--I was convinced I'd look the wrong way while crossing the street and nearly get run over. Actually driving, however, is an adjustment. I already miss being able to walk everywhere.

The money looks fake, although I do appreciate it fitting properly in my wallet. The 20 pound notes always got bent in the strangest ways. What's worse, though, is the feel of the money. Americans must use bills more often and fold their bills more because American cash feels so worn while all the British notes I handled felt crisper.

The accent change hasn't phased me the way I thought it would. In the UK, whenever I met a new person with an American accent, it really weirded me out--I guess I came to expect strangers to be British. Once I was back on this side of the pond, though, it seemed perfectly normal.

There should be plenty more to come, but that covers the basics for now.