Reverse Culture Shock
Weird things about returning to the UK.
My hotel room at Heathrow. OMG! Wail! Everything is so small and poky. I feel like one of those annoying Americans. Gee, everything's so small in England! I already miss the spaciousness of the Middle East. Even if it is desert and wasteland. I can barely turn round in the shower cubicle. I'm going to miss my walk-in showers.
And carpets. OMG. Those fusty smelly things that habour dust mites. I'd fogotten about them. I'm already missing all those sparkling tiled floors that other people clean.
And dogs. Lots of them. Happy, panting dogs that people talk for walks. Not isolated outcasts left to scavenge on sandy wasteland.
Today I went shopping Barnstaple. We had coffee in the sun (before it started raining) and sat outside the museum by the river.
I found myself staring at women walking past in sleeveless tops and wondering, quite shocked, why they didn't cover their arms.
My hotel room at Heathrow. OMG! Wail! Everything is so small and poky. I feel like one of those annoying Americans. Gee, everything's so small in England! I already miss the spaciousness of the Middle East. Even if it is desert and wasteland. I can barely turn round in the shower cubicle. I'm going to miss my walk-in showers.
And carpets. OMG. Those fusty smelly things that habour dust mites. I'd fogotten about them. I'm already missing all those sparkling tiled floors that other people clean.
And dogs. Lots of them. Happy, panting dogs that people talk for walks. Not isolated outcasts left to scavenge on sandy wasteland.
Today I went shopping Barnstaple. We had coffee in the sun (before it started raining) and sat outside the museum by the river.
I found myself staring at women walking past in sleeveless tops and wondering, quite shocked, why they didn't cover their arms.
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