I left Cusco, Peru, on December 14, 2013. There was an abundance of tears at the airport, and I held hands with my best friends as I watched Cusco fade into the distance from my window seat. Five days later and I have managed to stop crying every time I think about how entirely much I miss my friends and my life in Cusco, mourning the fact that I will never be there, in that circumstance, ever again. While I am so happy to be with my family and friends in Snellville, Georgia, United States, I am forever changed in a way that I haven’t found words to communicate yet.
But, to distract myself from the gut-wrenching sorrow that I feel, I have been composing a list of the absolute weirdest things about being back in the States. There are things that you expect to be weird, that people tell you about, but then there are things you have to find out for yourself. Here are my top things that I generally do not understand after three months abroad. In no certain order:
- The machine that is American commercialism. I think that this is heightened by the fact that I have returned ten days before Christmas, but nonetheless it is really quite incredible. There is just so much, and so many people buying all of it at once! I am simply not used to it, and being in a store of just books (arguably one of the things I missed most) was so overwhelming. I promptly left, went to the library and checked out five books. At once. (This is also coupled by the wastefulness of everyone around me – no, you do not need a television on at full volume for background noise. I also doubt very much that you need twenty pairs of socks all at once.)
- Everything is so expensive! My budget at the moment includes Goodwill and all of the fine, lower-rung fast food dining establishments Snellville has to offer because I simply cannot justify spending $12 USD on a salad (that’s THIRTY soles!). It physically pains me to be using so much American money.
- Having a smart phone again. Getting to use the internet is great for when you HAVE to check your email or tweet something really funny right then, but otherwise it is entirely overrated. Just anyone can contact me whenever they want now, and I don’t like it.
- Not being able to run away into the mountains. Being surrounded by all these people, all these cars, all this noise all the time is slowly driving me crazy. True, I lived in a foreign city for eighteen weeks, I was nestled into the Andean foothills and could escape at a moment’s notice. Here, there aren’t mountains for miles and the claustrophobia is beginning to set in.
- The pain you feel when people ask about your semester. This one is typical and warned about, but I didn’t think I’d actually hurt when people ask. I can’t sum it up in one sentence (I can’t even sum it up in a ten page paper), and people simply do not care enough to listen to me ramble on about it forever. Also, asking me a broad question nearly cripples me. Specific questions people! I can’t respond to “what was your favorite part?!” of the best three months of my life!
If this seems critical of America and the people around me… well, it is. But I am allowed time to mourn the loss of my utopian life; soon, I will be back to normal. But until then, I am missing the hell out of Cusco and all my friends there.