I may have left the UK, but news about the sale of Harrods followed me home
Everyone gave me advice before I came back to the United States last Friday. They told me to remember which side of the road cars drive on and that money is green, among other differences. When I first took a step outside of Boston’s Logan Airport, the first thing that hit me was the lovely spring New England humidity. Sure, the license plates on the cars in the parking lot looked different from the EU’s long rectangular ones, but after a few minutes, I no longer felt like a stranger in my own country.
When I drove for the first time in four months the next day, it all came rushing back. It was faster than relearning how to ride a bicycle, in fact. Another good thing was my BlackBerry internet service. Compared to the brutally slow crawling browser I experienced in London, my internet seemed lightning fast.
It’s strange coming home. I feel as though I never left the country, yet I find myself replacing words like “take-out” with “take-away.” Getting readjusted back to Eastern Standard Time seems like it’s a task that will go on forever. I’ve been waking up at 7:30 each morning, grumpier than ever.
I’m not longing to go back to London just yet. The comforts of home are a sweet sensation after four months of living in a foreign country. Even meeting with new bosses and setting up my summer internship has felt refreshing. Driving is now liberating, even at 25 miles per hour on a busy street.
This is my last entry on this travel blog. Thank you to all of my very supportive readers, including my friends and family. Who knew how many people would be living vicariously through me by the end of my abroad experience.
