“It is weird driving on the wrong side of the road?!”
Yes. Yes it is.
Did you expect me to say that it’s totally normal? It’s not. What’s worse is that I’m always confused when I’m driving. There is a nagging feeling in the back of my mind saying, which road rules are for this location?!
And…technically it’s not the wrong side of the road; it’s the opposite side.
I’ve got exactly 2 weeks until I return to England. I’m not ready mentally. Maybe it’s because it’s an island and it feels like a prison.
I’m not ready to say goodbye to my family or to my friends who I did not get to see enough of.
I am not ready to stop driving through Culvers. I’ve still got 6 free ice cream tickets and a free kids meal.
I’m not ready to go back to the dark, dark days or the endless rain.
I’m not ready to watch my mom cry as we go through security at the airport or explain (again) to my crying children why daddy can’t be a doctor in America.
I am not ready to get up at 6am and take the kids to school.
I am not ready to pet my dog for the last time knowing that at 15 years old and cancer ridden, he will not be around next summer to welcome us home.
I am not ready to let go of another piece of my American identity. Every year I am gone more and more slips away. I am losing my vocabulary and spatial awareness. 1/3 of my life has been spent abroad. I am not ready for the day that 1/3 of my life was in America.
I am not ready to go back to England and be “the American”. It’s just a constant reminder that I am not “home”.
Well it’s Election Day for the Primary’s and local millages and with that comes more stupid talk. Person: “Are you even allowed to vote anymore?” Me: “I am a US Citizen and Legal Michigan resident.” Person: “But you live in … Continue reading →
I think this might be a fun little side blog called: Stupid Shit People Say
Ugh. This is really getting to me these days! When ever I am being introduced to somebody here in the USA the conversation goes like this:
My relative/friend: “Oh, hi Sally, have you met Leah? She’s from *England*”.
Me: “Nice to meet you, but, I’m actually from the Yoop. I just live in England.”
Sally: “I didn’t hear an accent, how long have you been there? Do you love London?”
Me: “Well I am American, so no English accent for me. And I don’t live in London.”
Sally: “London/England same thing. I just love BBC America. Doctor Who/Downton Abby/Graham Norton is the best!”
I am not English!!!! And I will never, ever, ever, speak in an English accent on cue for travel hungry strangers.