Reverse culture shock is really interesting. My apartment looked so bright in color, which it is, but it really stood out in my eyes. The Kenyan people we stayed with or visited have very nice homes, but there are not many bright colors or things on the wall. Target seemed so quiet and a bit boring. The abundance of stop lights and organized traffic were comforting and noticeable. The amount of comfort items we have here stand out boldly to me. We have all three made decisions to make some personal sacrifices so we can help with more things financially. That means that the many catalogs that were waiting for me go into the bin and I walked past a lot of things during my maiden voyage at Target.
Along with reverse culture shock is horrible jet lag. I hate jet lag. I don't hate it enough to say I won't go through it again, but I hate it. I am typing this at 4:45 am, and I have been up for almost an hour. I can barely keep my eyes open at 6 or 7 pm. It is just a matter of time.
Many of you are reading Dangerous Surrender. I am praying for you as you read, because when you decide to be gloriously disturbed I will hook you up and maybe this time next year you can be experiencing your own jet lag and reverse culture shock.
Thanks for reading! Elise
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