Scattered Strawberry Summer

It seems that I have hardly been home this week. Most of the days after work I went out with my friends. How much I enjoy our chats about cultural differences, how you don't even notice  that you have changed, until you go home. For instance, my friend  embarrassed herself  by saying thank you to the bus driver. Everyone were like "why the hell you say thank you to the bus driver, you paid for the ticket, didn't you?". Oh and I had an awkward moment when my friend met her Spanish friend when we were leaving a pub and he wanted to greet me in a typical Spanish way which  you can imagine is not the way I am used to be greeted and I pretty much stood back. obviously she started laughing and said:  "no, no she's a foreigner". The situation became even more awkward when he just shook my hand instead.

Oh just can't wait for the reverse culture shock I'm going to experience when I finally visit my home country after probably two years,  I don't even remember how long it's been. A lot of people don't think you can actually experience culture shock when you go back to your home country. I have been told,  common, it's were you were born and bred, how can you experience culture shock when you come back? Well, these people probably haven't been away from their home country very long or haven't read my essay on reverse culture shock in the repatriation process, OK I don't consider myself a specialist, but I have first-hand experience and you know I researched the topic for my essay. Oh the good old uni days. Anyway, research shows the more you adapted to the country you migrated to, the harder it is when (if) you come back home.