Reverse Culture-Shock

Reverse Culture-Shock

Sydney Crabaugh
October 01, 2015

By the final weekend in Germany, it was time to face reality that I would be leaving this country, the friends I made, and the ridiculously good IMG_5465food. Germany felt more like home to me in only four months than America ever did.  I slid into the culture with ease, and found myself living every day to its fullest potential. That being said, there was certainly a part of me that was ready to go back. I was beginning to miss my family, parts of my daily routine, and the luxury of speaking English wherever I go. Focusing on the positive, I boarded the plane home.

The first three days were a daze. I was floating between two surreal realities, unsure how to combine my German experience and being back at home. It is a feeling that cannot be conveyed through writing. The first day after coming home, you wake up in your own bed, disoriented and confused, wondering whether or not it was all just a dream. All of the portions of life that were left behind while abroad sat patiently until I was back, then dumped themselves back onto me. After the surreal emotions eventually dwindled, and the honeymoon-phase of seeing all the people that were missed had passed, it finally started to sink in: I’m not in Germany anymore, and things are different here.

The Frustrating Madness of Reverse Culture Shock in a Series of Bullet Points:

So I will leave this post with the simple statement: I can’t wait to leave this country again, and I urge every single person to study abroad to experience a new life somewhere else.

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