Reflections on transition . . .

Well, it’s been a pretty rough ride the last eleven months! I know I haven’t blogged like I should, but if I had a blog for every unwritten blog in my mind, you would know way more than you would ever care to know about me. :o) This ride of returning to the United States can only be compared to a roller coaster. Each time I would think that I had conquered this thing called transition, it would take me for a spin. In fact, although it might be almost May, I still have my “moments”. For example a few weeks ago, I was collecting two dollars from each child in my class for something and one child brought me quarters – eight of them. I looked at that bag and looked and kept wondering why I had too much money. Well, I was trying to count them like shillings instead of quarters! I felt so embarrassed that I couldn’t even count quarters. I could tell loads of stories of how many reverse culture shock moments I’ve had. Who knew it would be just as hard coming back to America?