coming here for the second time isn't quite what i thought it would be. before i came, someone warned me that i would probably experience culture shock, since this is my second trip. i thought she was wrong. i don't really know what culture shock is, but i think this might be it. or maybe, just maybe she somehow infiltrated this thought into my head about culture shock and now i'm just a hypochondriac, imagining ailments upon myself.
i don't see things the way the other girls i am with see them. the first time i came everything was so strange and different and my reaction to everything was "wow!" whereas now i don't see these things for the first time, and my reaction isn't at all "wow!". i think i may see more than i did last time. there is so much beauty in this place, in the environment, in the buildings and architecture, in the people, and yet there is so much that is sad and broken and is in need of fixing.
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