I’m back home in Iowa! Oddly enough, the culture shock isn’t mind-shattering. In fact, I hardly had jet lag, just a momentary daze when I saw a man my age wearing a backward baseball cap. After I blinked twice and shook it off for something very normal here, I bounced back with a pint of local craft beer. Welcome home!
What else have I been doing? Making foreign stuff, like this dish of delicious paella above, and talking with a weird accent. The accent, which is noted by all, is commented upon by few–the brazen. “How long have you been in America? Not long, huh.”
I’ve also been appreciating the simple things in life, which for me means the graceful scenery that I once took for granted while growing up in the Loess Hills of Iowa. Which all sounds great, until I go for a scenic run through the countryside (in full hopes of amping that appreciation) and I hear gun shots ring through the surrounding forest and fields. Then, I retreat and note to myself: I am out of shape; I’m happy I didn’t have to run those hills today, but boy was it pretty– until I frankly feared getting shot down unintentionally. (A very unlikely reality, I know.)
Yep, home is where the (inedible) corn grows tall, and my sister allows me to photograph her in the golden sun before we all go, once again, in different directions around the world.
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