Life in U.S. hard to adjust to after month in Spain
I’m back stateside and it’s weird.
The combination of jet lag and a return to all the activities (and people) I am accustomed to has made this transition to life in the U.S. much harder than I thought it would be.
When I was across the ocean for more than a month, it was easy to forget friends, family and everything else still existed and changed while I wasn’t looking.
For example, the bolt holding my muffler and exhaust pipe to my car continued to dissolve without me resulting in a sudden metal screech, carefully placed bungee cord and a depressing repair shop trip on my third day home. The experience was a good — yet annoying — reminder that life here continued although I wasn’t a part of it.
I know the world doesn’t revolve around me. Trust me, I’ve been reminded of that nearly every day since the ripe age of 8. But I just wasn’t prepared for everything. There was a breakup, a marriage, a new porch and apparently an earthquake. With this flood of “real life” after a fairy tale trip, it’s hard to fall back into the swing of things. It’s hard to meet my deadlines, actually text people back and understand what people are saying around me.
All these unexpectedly challenging adjustments make me wonder one thing — What would it be like to call another country home? How would it feel to be accustomed to the Metro flying by, the late-night tapas dinners and hearing Spanish 24/7?
It’s hard to conceive now that I’m integrated back into my English-speaking land of huge portions and in-home laundry machines. Maybe one day, after graduation, when some far away opportunity comes along, I’ll take it to heart and take a chance.