The Halfway Point

I guess you could say I've reached the halfway point. One semester down, about to begin the second one. Lived in one foreign country for three months, about to move into a second. And in between I got to hang out (very shortly) at home in the land of huge streets, oversized food portions, and American accent English. Oh I was spoiled by home. There was definitely some reverse culture shock upon returning to Chicago, but nothing as extreme as I've heard it described before. Yes the streets were SO WIDE and there were no vespas and everyone spoke English like it was not big thing and the food portions were GIGANTIC and so many advertisements on the street were all about food, often pictured alongside obese people. All of this was very strange. The lack of hoity-toity fashion capital style was way less oppressive and I didn't have to convert the price of everything into dollars since it was already, you know, in dollars. What a luxury!

But now I am sitting in Montreal during my layover between Chicago and London, using the free Wifi, and wondering a little bit about how I am going to get from the airport to the dorm, how expensive the pound is going to be, what the other people on my program will be like, and how much easier it really will be to meet locals now that the language barrier is eliminated. I'm wondering what classes will be like, how much writing I will really get done, if I will be able to find a job, how many of the cities I really want to go to I will actually pop into. Lots of questions but I'm not have as worried or stressed as I was this time in August, boarding my plane overseas.

I'm really, really glad I'm not going back to UPS but I really do wish I had had...three or so more days left at home in Chicago. Oh well, London here I come!