I go straight off to my reverse culture shock because it marks the beginning of a new phase in my life back home. Hence, to start a blog that reflects my journey, this topic, though sounds a bit daunting, is a good match.
When I was about to leave the US, I had butterflies in my stomach. I imagined how the new environment would be like, and the worst scenario would be I suffer from a hunger for English. Not many festivals, naked parades to write about. No more int’l friends who taught me their country’s official languages. No more fast food and coupons I sometimes leaned on. No more exploitation. No more misery. No more weed & drinking. Not the same happiness.
There would be my priceless family and something else different + beautiful, but wait, this stage hasn’t come yet. I knew it would come, but my mind naturally was in the state of denial.
I looked for opportunities to be in another place right after San Francisco. It was Manila where I got an internship and wrote about Persons with Special Needs. My outlook on life has, once again, changed dramatically there. During my stay in Manila, I asked myself “where next?” and in 2016, I’ve taken over 20 different flights in total.
Over a course of a few days being flushed with happiness alongside family and friends back home, I start to absorb the taste of that shock. It’s so cut and dried.
While living abroad, I had to change to fit in the new environment with people from diverse cultures. I became much more independent-minded and franker. I lived frugally ‘cause every cent I got came from so much work, tear, and effort.