Coming home always feels so good, but I’ve lived in Europe for 10 years now and coming home does, sadly, feel foreign. Experiencing culture shock in my own country is a very bizarre feeling and one I really don’t like, but give me a couple weeks and I will be chatting with strangers like its my job, connecting with other people I don’t know and remembering how much I love a random interaction with another happy human and how it can make your whole day. I’ll be throwing around ” Hi, how are you’s  and have a nice day’s”   like a champ. I’ll certainly stop trying to pack my own groceries and instead stand there totally non-plussed calmly flipping through gossip magazines whilst someone else separates, packs and loads. I will no longer be completely overwhelmed by the 10 thousand options everywhere I go. I will simply scan, select, and move on all the while holding a Starbuck’s latte.  I will only be a happy shopper if I have gotten deal or bought everything for at least 70 percent off. I will remember how to speak English again!!!! I will remember how easy it is to be home, I’ll relax into my old stars n’ stripes skin and my soul will take a big breath of goodness and I will certainly remember that I am proud to be an American!