Frontline Vol: 1.1: Culture shock therapy

First I want to say that this is actually a revised version of a blog written several months ago when I first got back to the states. Anyway, here you go

What do you know; I made it back to the states. Re-integration into American society starts at the airport.

FACT.

No really, I thought my head was going to explode due to the sudden rush of the ability to understand EVERY SINGLE WORD spoken by EVERY SINGLE PERSON. Now I have only been home a week and to be honest, people don't have much to say.

Well that is true, just not accurate, people have plenty to say, about themselves, other people, etc, but most of it is generally for their own benefit. Actions on the other hand will always be what either corroborates what your mouth says or becomes states evidence against it.

That’s what is real, I got back from korea and my friend nigel came and scooped me up from the marta station no problem. Not to mention some other things that Nigel has rode shotgun with me on. See, ACTIONS. Sure I should have called before I left, gave people my information and all that stuff that makes it easier for people to prepare for my return. Honestly, I wanted none of that. I didn’t want to be surrounded by a bunch of people, I didn’t want a party, I didn’t want fifty-leven people at the airport. I was so torn from being happy that I am home and being torn from my home I wasn’t in an emotional position to deal with everyone’s emotions, I wanted one thing

I wanted waffle house, seriously! One year, six months, 4 days and 18 hours later, the only thing I wanted was a waffle and a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich. Oh Sweet Jesus, that meal at the waffle house would go on my top list of meals in no particular order that are the most memorable.

A few days later, I found myself on my big brother Jay’s couch. I don’t think I could ever repay the kindness that he and his wife Felicity have shown me over the last 10 years. I have been holding it down basically since I touched down because I didn’t have a job waiting on me when I got back. I force myself to not get comfortable and I make it my business to look for a job that can get me off of their couch.

Jay says, “don’t worry about it, stay as long as you want”.

See both he and Nigel’s actions corroborate the feelings of their hearts. See these men as well as the women that they hold close to them, and others in my social circle are on that frontline every day. Their actions validate their words and not the other way around. Hence the name of this series of blogs is all about the actions of people. Everything, under the title of frontline is all real filtered slightly to be read by the people from me. So sit back and enjoy FRONTLINE: Observations of an Expat…That’s BACK!