do what you love.
they say reverse culture shock upon your return home is more difficult than the culture shock you endure while abroad. they say this because it’s true.
you lived on another planet across the world. everything was so strange and unfamiliar but eventually became comforting. it was home. you made a home. it’s one of the most rewarding things you’ve ever done because every last fiber of your being was challenged. but you prevailed, at times thrived. even at your worst you understood that you were alone, across the world, and this is what comes along with any type of journey like this. you left everything you knew and loved behind to be stripped down to your most vulnerable self in a new country. it’s supposed to be uncomfortable. it’s supposed to be a challenge.
a year and a half later you’re home. back in the homeland. the place you thought about every day while gone along with the people you missed. everyone’s speaking the same language as you. it’s everything you’ve ever known for the the majority of your life span compiled into one location. you’re stripped down again to your most vulnerable self in a new country. it’s uncomfortable. it’s a challenge.
