Transition is a necessary and interesting processess...one definitely learns a lot about oneself and the world. Sometimes the world can be so small, sometimes overwhelming large, most confusing is when the two collide...
Things I've noticed during this time of collision:
- grass; the smell of fresh cut grass;
- cold liquid milk not temperate clumpy powdered milk;
- cookie dough!;
- overwhelming full pantries and a simultaneous 'need' to go grocery shopping;
- people chat on their cell phones not just give utilitarian commands to conserve precious minutes;
- a closet of shoes that I can wear because I don't have to walk through sand;
- pickles!;
- soap and toilet paper in every bathroom;
- nothing will ever replace a hug from Dad or a convo with Mom;
- kids commanding their parents...not the other way around;
- the possibility of being in a house by yourself;
- chilly weather;
- no banana sellers on the street, I must go to that big supermarket;
- the T.V. speaks English and Spanish not French and Arabic;
- no daily mosque calls;
- electricity is dependable;
- stuff everywhere;
- I can walk down the street without being asked for money;
- people can walk by without acknowledging you;
- family is the most important support network, on whatever side of the ocean.
(more to come...)
