When I got home from USA first I got into a hard culture shock and I felt seriously home sick…. you may wonder how you can get a culture shock with your culture and get home sick being home? It´s funny… I remember when I arrived to US and went to “The Orientation” for 4 days in Connecticut, this lady was talking about how our lives in US would be through out the whole year. She said something that I thought was the most stupid thing I had ever heard … She said … we would feel home sick the first moths in US (OK, I thought, I agree) Then we would start to get used to it, then we would be used to it and then we would like it (all that happened, she was right). But then she came up with this strange idea of us being home sick when we would get back home (I thought she was totally crazy). And I still remember her words cause she couldn´t be sooo right. It does happen! Even if I try to explain it is something you have to live and experience to believe it and feel it.
I came home with so many expectations. The thing I was craving the most was hanging out with my friends as we used to, and it turned out I got so disappointed. Every body kept on going after I left and when I got back I couldn´t fit my self in any spot. People couldn´t get what I was going through. My body was home but my mind was in my recent home (16 Wilde Place, Montclair) and the only ones could understand me were miles away spread out in the world.
Since I got back home all I´ve been doing besides working and studying was planning my trip to Europe and NYC. This week I got my Italian passport which I need to go to USA and Europe and I booked my flights. Everything is done now. So …as my friend said …. now I just have to trick my self into enjoyable experiences while being here otherwise I just wait on my time to live. (He couldn´t be so right)
I think I read somewhere that home is not a place, home is a feeling. To you, home is being with your friends, I guess. If you have many friends and they live all around the world, then, my friend, the world is your home. Enjoy it.
[...] A friend once wrote on this blog… “I think I read somewhere that home is not a place, home is a feeling. To you, home is being with your friends, I guess. If you have many friends and they live all around the world, then, my friend, the world is your home”. [...]