Well, I’m home.

Yep, The Husband and I have moved back to America!


Well, maybe “moved back” is the wrong term. Right now, we are staying with his parents in Atlanta. Tomorrow, we leave for Florida for my grandma’s funeral. Then I visit my family in Arkansas for a week. Then I come back to ATL. Then we move to Athens.

I’m exhausted just thinking about it.

By the way, how do I unpack in this situation? I’m just about to have to re-pack, then re-pack again. For now, I’ve settled on just ignoring the problem. That method worked with high school reading assignments and college dating relationships, so I figure it’ll work here.

Reverse culture shock hasn’t really set in yet.

Granted, when the in-loves picked us up from the airport, I was taken aback by my surroundings. Man, the roads are really wide here! And everything is so spread out. In a fantastic way. I missed this. I’m too tall and gangly for the cramped roads and buildings of China.

Also, there are so many ethnic groups here! Black people. White people. Hispanic people. Asian people. I’m not considered weird for being white. I’m invisible again, which now feels like a superpower. 

Mostly, the past 48 hours have just been spent eating and sleeping. The jet lag has hit. Hard. Which results going to bed at 7:30 P.M., then waking up for 2:00 A.M. Scrabble games with The Husband.

One thing I love about jet lag is that it’s the only time I’m ever a morning person. I’m awake at 6:00 A.M. to have breakfast and coffee, get a little writing done, then go for a run. This will last for one week, then I’ll go back to being a monster before 11:00 in the morning.

I’m interested to see how adjusting to life in America goes. The reverse culture shock is coming.

But overall, it just feels great to be home.

More blog posts about moving back to America:

Ease Back Into Life in America

How to Start Over in a New City