Originally, I was going to leave my ICU reflective assignment post as the last one, as a way of smoothly transitions to a close. But, this has happened two nights now, and I find it amusing.
Jess, Maia and I went to the Sunday night market last week, and there happened to be a lot of farang men. I turned to Maia and asked her "Why are all these tall farang people around?" and again, yesterday night, Maia and I went the market near carrefour, simply because it was the last time we could go, and there was a group of American men standing in the middle of the foot traffic. Again, I looked at Maia and said "Seriously, White men, they're really really tall." Now that I think about it they were probably of average height. All in the 5'10- 6'2" range.
Which got me thinking about some things that I am already anticipating being weird when I go home:
Not being of average, female height. In particular, standing next to my friend Sam, who we all affectionately call "Smashy" due to his intensely large height, will be be extremely unsettling.
Grocery stores. When we go to Carrefour to get groceries they put the dairy food next to the isle that is farang food and I can't imagine an entire store being composed of the things in these isles alone.
Going home to summer after experiencing Thai summer.
Lack of uniform. As uncomfortable as they are, uniforms make my waking up process go faster.
Being able to fully understand the conversations that are going on around me.
Not being able to drink this strange tea from seven-eleven, which I have found myself addicted to
A campus I know like the back of my hand. After about 24 hours with my parents, I'll go back to Sarah Lawrence to see half my friends graduate, and remembering what its like to be on that campus.
Going home to my dog, and walking by other dogs with out wondering "Does that one look like it might bite me, or like it wants me to pet it?"
Not constantly worrying if I am staying hydrated, which probably means I am more likely to become dehydrated.
Leaving Thailand, yet still eating Thai food. Luckily, my parents house has a full stock of dehydrated "Mama noodles" in the basement. Not to mention my mothers home cooking. Even if its not a Thai dish she's cooking there is still something Thai in the flavoring.
Knowing EXACTLY where I am going. Not just having a vague idea about how to get there, and some how succeeding in getting there.
Driving. Driving on the right hand side of the road. I-I think I want to wait a day or two before I hop back in the driver's side of a car.
When people ask "How was your trip?" figuring out exactly what to say.
There are more things, I am sure. But those are the ones that immediately come to mind. They aren't meant to be particularly good or bad. Just things that will feel strangely familiar, yet different...
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