Reverse Culture Shock

Hello, or goodnight maybe!

I´m going to sleep in a moment but I´m talking to Julia on MSN right now. It´s weird thinking she is going through the same thing as I did this fall. Just remember how confused I was being in Sweden again, thinking I was going back to the US the next week or something. It was nice being home, but the first weeks it just felt like vacation, like I was going back.

Like four years ago a proffessor that I know told me one thing. He said that if I were about to go to the states and stay there for a while he knew how it was going to be. He said that it was going to be hard to go there, I was going to miss home and feel weird. But then get used to it, get a life there and get comfortable. And when it was time to head back home it was going to be the opposite, just ten times worse. It´s called reverse culture shock. And now I know for a fact that its true. When he told me I was like, yeah, whatever, it will always feel better at home. But truth is, it doesn´t. You always want what you can´t have!

Ok, I feel this is getting blurry, definitely time for some sleep now! See you tomorrow :)
Goodnight!