Ladies and Gentlemen; it's been eight months that I've been back, and boy, LIFE IS DIFFERENT.
My first notions of things not being "normal" was when I walked into my canadian house, and started pointing out the things that had changed. I literally walked around and just said "that's new, that's different, when did we get that?" It was a strange experience for me, because I didn't want to sound rude or anything, but at the same time I couldn't help but notice the differences in my own home. You know? It was a pretty wild day, especially because my plane landed in Detroit after flying from Luxembourg and Amsterdam (therefore meaning I hadn't slept in over 24 hours), and my parents had the BRILLIANT idea to make me go shopping and go out for Mexican food just outside of the airport immediately after I landed. Thanks for that y'all.
It's been super disorienting being back "home" mostly because I feel like I left my life back in France. The main reason I left Canada in the first place was to find myself, to figure out who I truly was on the inside, and I feel like I accomplished that during my exchange year. However, now it just means its that much more difficult to revert to my former self, because I feel like I'm not being true to myself, it's really quite difficult to overcome.
I've been lucky enough, however, to have been asked to contribute some time to the next generation of Rotary Youth Exchange students who are just a barrel of fun. I'm excited to return to our district conference as a chaperone, because I'm 100 po that exchange students are among the most amazing people in the world.
Anyways, there's my little rant for a saturday morning; peace!
