Such mixed feelings today. In exactly a week I will be waking up in my own bed for the first time in a month. I'm excited to be home in my queen size bed and having my puppy with me. At the same time I'm sad. A month wasn't nearly long enough to experience everything.
I'm nervous. I would've never thought I'd be concerned for having culture shock coming home. Life here is so different though. Pasta for dinner multiple nights a week (I love pasta), empanadas and choripan, delicious steak lunches on weekends, little meat otherwise (actually makes me feel good), crowded streets, the only traffic that effects my morning is a crowded subte now, no work (not looking forward to returning at all), and actually learning Spanish (5 hours a day in Spanish class is a huge help)!
I'm nervous. I would've never thought I'd be concerned for having culture shock coming home. Life here is so different though. Pasta for dinner multiple nights a week (I love pasta), empanadas and choripan, delicious steak lunches on weekends, little meat otherwise (actually makes me feel good), crowded streets, the only traffic that effects my morning is a crowded subte now, no work (not looking forward to returning at all), and actually learning Spanish (5 hours a day in Spanish class is a huge help)!