...we're all laughing with God...

Adjustments.

My first experience back in the United States was being told by an airport worker that she couldn't help me print the tickets to my next flight because she was tired. She then turned her back on me and walked the other direction.

Perhaps it doesn't seem like a bit deal. To you, this might even seem normal. I forgot the Western mentality in nine weeks. It was not exactly the "welcome" I had prepared myself for.

My stomach hurts as it adjusts to preservatives and pesticides. I eat rice a lot. I love rice.

People ask questions about the food and the sites. No one asks me about the things I learned or the people I hold in my heart.

I find myself missing China.



I have been in Sioux Falls for the last few days. My youngest sister is now a freshman in college yet in my head she is still that twelve year old who cried six years ago when I made the same move.

Six years ago.


My second year of classes begins on Thursday. I'm ready, yet not. Things feel different. I feel different.

I only wish I knew what that actually means.