That people hold doors for other people – it’s not a thing in Taiwan.
That Americans are loud – at lunch I kept getting distracted by the other conversations, since, one, I could understand them, and, two, they were so loud.
That the service can be bad – in Taiwan, service is fantastic 99% of the time. Not a day after I get back to America I want to punch a cashier in the face. Seriously, rude.
To put toilet paper in the toilet – yeahhhhhh.
That other people know what I’m saying – I keep forgetting to watch what I say, particularly when talking about the person right in front of me, cause he speaks English too, self.
That America does not have 7-11 like I’m used to now – I keep craving a jaunt down to the ol’ 7 for some chips and milk tea. *sobs
Well that’s for starters. I’ve been back less than two days, and have already had to re-adjust to some things. On the other hand, so many of my old habits have fallen back into place it’s like I was never gone. It’s as if I have awoken from a very long dream. I picked up the pieces of my old life with nary a hesitation.
Aren’t brains strange? They don’t let us forget, even when we think we have.