Back in Massachusetts, I’m delighted by a paper cup of Dunkin’ Donuts coffee, by having friends in the same time zone and by the stunning realization that in an entire day of repatriation errands and then a dinner with friends, I didn’t hear a single mei you.
I’m so happy to be back in an English-speaking country that I’ve become the chatty person you hope to avoid. Hi! How are you? How’s your day? How’s the weather been? How’s business? Do you like working here? Which is better, the strawberry margarita or the mojito? What do you think of this phone?
Being suddenly half of a couple is even weirder. Fortunately, being broke, looking for housing, looking for work to afford said housing, having one car (and I’m not on the insurance until we get a permanent address), reactivating everything that we closed when we left the States, totally takes the focus off any reacquainting awkwardness.
