A Feeling of a Foreign Home

This morning I wake up in a different country – a country that for whatever reason felt so foreign and so new to me, though I have spent my last 20 years here.

I got back from Nicaragua at 6am, and I just woke up. It took me so long to get used to everything. I haven’t been able to use my laptop or any electronics this last week. I only used my phone for taking pictures.

My stomach is still doing some small backflips and my head still feels a little stuffy, but that may be because of the small amount of whiskey I drank last night…

Anyways, it feels good to be back in the US. I thoroughly enjoyed my time in Nicaragua, but I don’t think I could have stayed for longer than a week there. It was definitely a culture shock, and it took some getting used to. For example, the bathrooms were just holes in the ground, the water was solar-powered. The sinks were outside as well. Food was all vegetarian and fresh. No mirrors. No outlets except in one building. Dogs everywhere. No paved roads, no fresh air (I was still blowing dirt out of my nose today. It was disgusting.)

I hadn’t touched my laptop in a week. All of my clothes has dirt on them, so now I have to sort between what is dirty and what isn’t.

The first thing I did this morning was try and charge my phone. For whatever reason, it’s not working. How ironic. The fact that I can use my phone now, but now it doesn’t work…

I also finally got used to using a mirror again. I looked in it today and noticed how much weight I had lost and how much darker I was. I also noticed that my hair really needed a touch-up.

My feet are super ashy and cracked. They’ve looked like that throughout the entire time in Nicaragua. and I really didn’t care for most of the time. Now, I feel self-conscious about them.

Even using the bathroom felt weird, but it also felt comforting. It was clean. The water was clean. The kitchen was clean.

I also had a very bad sense of time right now. In Nicaragua, the time is an hour behind. Because my phone had died, I didn’t know what time it was.

I open the door to my friend’s apartment (the place I’ll be staying until the residence halls open), and thank God I found it, because I was cold and tired (traveling can take a good amount of energy out of you, especially when you aren’t feeling well). His neighbor came out and said hi to me. I asked him what time it was, and he said it was 6am! I was super surprised. I thought it was about 4. My time perception was extremely bad. When I woke up today, I thought it was 8am. Instead, it was 11:30am.

The first thing I grabbed to eat today was some Goldfish with orange juice. I was craving some processed food, as bad as it sounds. I needed something that wasn’t fruit or cheese.

I am also still scooping dirt from under my nails. My nails for whatever reason grew super fast while I was in Nicaragua. I was trying to shorten them, but they just kept growing.

I’m looking at the shoes that I took to Nicaragua and they are all so brown that I don’t think I’ll be able to wear them anymore. They also left dirt on my others clothes, so that’s always great.

I’ve been watching “How to Get Away with Murder” for the past 2-3 hours. Maybe I just needed a reminder on how America works?