Well, not completely ugh. It’s nice to be able to sleep in my comfy bed again, watch TV whenever I want, and have my entire wardrobe available to me again.
But needless to say, I’m already missing Costa Rica dearly.
It’s the weirdest feeling. I don’t want to hate being home, but at the same time I’m hating being away from Costa Rica. I went to several places today, including the DMV, Meijer, the mall, and Wal-Mart; each time, it was like I almost forgot how to communicate in English. I kept having to remind myself not to say things like “Buenas” (Greetings/Hello) or “Con permiso” (Excuse me) or “Gracias” (Thank you [in case you didn’t know that :P]). Every time I’d hear people speak in Spanish around me, I’d get slightly excited and would strain my ears to listen. I’ve been listening to my “puravida” playlist nonstop and looking longingly at the supplies of Cacique, Flor de Caña and Imperial I have laying on my bed. Memories of the past 4 months keep flooding back to me.
Is this what they mean by reverse culture shock?
In other news, like I’d previously mentioned, I went to the DMV today to finally renew my driver’s license. The guy gave me a hard time at first, because my license had expired long time ago while I was in Costa Rica. But I finally got my horizontal, 21+ ID. And then after I went and bought alcohol at Meijer. It was only a 6-pack of Woodchucks, but buying alcohol legally for the first time in the U.S. was definitely quite exhilarating.