Culture Shock
I'm home!!!!! Eating raw fruits, doing water sports behind the boat, driving, going to the grocery store, experiencing a mega-church service in the Bible belt... yep. I'm officially back in Nashville and loving it. Still, this isn't to say that my transition hasn't come without a bit of disorientation. My first morning back home, I woke myself up to go for a run. Stretching my achy muscles after all the long flights, I mentally prepared for the blood-pumping, lung-collapsing exercise that was soon to follow. As I took off in my usual near-sprint, I closed my eyes for a moment to appreciate the radiating sun and strange familiarity of my neighborhood. BAM! All of a sudden I'm laid out on the concrete with blood running down my legs and hands as I stare at myself in complete shock. Apparently "culture shock" can sometimes mean that you forget how to put one foot in front of the other without hitting a dip in the curb. Great. Anyways, after cleaning out all