I have been home 2 months and 1 1/2 days.
I'm not really sure why I'm writing this, I guess in case anyone stumbles across it later.
When I look back sometimes it feels like it was all a dream and that I woke up from this amazing fairy tale. The best (worst now) part was I didn't have to be asleep for my dreams to come true.
I tried to reread my posts and ended up bawling my eyes out. I may have found my one true love: traveling and being in Europe. I miss that place so much it hurts. I would give anything to be back traveling and speaking German. There is still so much I didn't get to do.
Going over and the first few days I was warned of the effects of culture shock upon entering a country. I have to say I never experienced a big degree of culture shock. I have been to Europe and knew what to expect. Something that was mentioned to me that I just disregarded was "re-entry" culture shock. This is when you go back into your own culture and experience culture shock upon coming home. I think this is what I am going through and bad. I can't look at my pictures without crying and wishing I was back there.
I need new adventures to start creating new memories; not to take the place of these, but to make them hurt less and so I have other things to look back on and enjoy.
