I know I am home when three laptops cannot be on the same internet connection at my parent’s house at the same time/even when I am the only one on I have to wait five minutes for a page to load (slight exaggeration, slight).
I can/have to drive everywhere, and end up wishing for the subway after three days.
I am weirded out by “small-town” talk at the grocery store.
I eat a home-cooked meal every single night. sigh… (I may have had steak three times my first week home, whahaha).
I eat Chinese food, American/Chinese food!
The beach is only an hour away, and the pool is in my backyard.
I am in weddings.
I get woken up at 6:55 a.m. by my niece and nephew. I have never loved not sleeping in until now.
I er, Jordan makes pizza.
I listen to the radio.
I miss rice.
I miss walking.
I buy teaching supplies. Can’t WAIT to get my stapler.
I laugh until I cry talking about “No pants Noah” and “No top Travis”.
I create memories to hold me over until next summer with my friends and family (though it never does “hold me over”), and I love every second of it.
I enjoy life to the fullest, just as I do in Korea, when I come home…^^