I don't know how to properly define this one. On one hand, it's always good to be back. Seeing friends and family, hearing how much you were missed, good to see ya backs. On the other hand, I don't sleep normally anymore. Just can't get the swing of it.
Yesterday, I crawled into bed around 4:45 pm and was sound asleep a minute later. (Eventually woken up for dinner at 6). It becomes very difficult to distinguish dreams (which become more realistic than ever before) and normal day life (which somehow seems drab and unreal). Hard to explain it!
As for the reverse culture shock, there's always a bit of this that's unavoidable. I think part of this is the self-indulgence of liking the fact that I was the foreigner, the guy most people don't see everyday, and thereby finding my own niche to fit into. Not so here! The high level of service compared to questionable levels here is also somewhat trying. I am skeptic to even eat fast food right now.
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when i get done watch a david lynch movie reality seems completely unreal where the lynchy tap into the subconscious dream world seems more palpable. makes me want to crawl back into the movie! (or bed!)
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