My husband and I arrived back in southeast Asia last Wednesday. We checked into a hotel for a couple days to get over jet lag and reacclimate to our second home.
Our family lived here for eight years while our boys attended a school for PW kids. Then we moved back to the States for our eldest son to attend college. For the last nine years we’ve been making two trips each year for two months each time. So we feel at home here.
For about a week before we leave the US and for a few days when we arrive, I feel like I’m changing gears. Everything here is quite familiar and I’m quite comfortable, yet everything is so different from the US. When we try to describe life here, our friends back home tend to think different is bad. We try to tell them this is a modern city with all the conveniences. They could eat western food all the time if they chose to. They could buy everything they would want here. Yet they still seem to think we are some kind of different breed to be able to come to this part of the world.