I've been in Korea for six months, as of today.
It seems both longer and shorter. It's hard to believe I've only been doing taekwondo and speaking Korean (and drooling over hot Korean men) for six months. It sounds like such a short time for things that have become such an important and integral part of my daily life. I don't think I've gone through so many profound changes in such a short period of time since puberty.
Yet so many things still feel so new and unfamiliar here. I feel like I just got here, just began learning about this strange and elusive country. And when I think of America, I assume it's just being preserved in some kind of permanent August 2007 time capsule and that whenever I do come back everything will be the same. I know that can't be true. I know that things can change back home just as much in six months as I have.
I know it. Logically. But I can't feel it. So I don't believe it.
People have said reverse culture shock is harder. I have little doubt this will be true because I won't even be able to comfort myself with the fact that I'm doing something fabulous and awesome and highly unique and making people back home super jealous (yes, my brain resorts to petty jealousy sometimes to make me feel better).
So now what?
Now what, indeed...