Coming home, means calming down, re-adjusting to life in a civilized world. Walking thru a Wal-Mart today, I got lost. Too many aisles, too many choices--an array of products, services and offerings available to please your every desires. Making my way to the deodorant aisle, I got confused, lost in a sea of scent and smell--Arctic Breeze or Shower Fresh? Clear Gel or Misty Spray? Regular Strength or High Endurance? Not knowing the difference, I took them all.
Leaving for the store parking lot, I'd get nervous. Sweat rolls down my brow as I anticipate a million motorcycles coming at me from all directions. Walking thru a pedestrian crossing, my heart would pound in panic, looking left, then right, slowly making my way to my car. It's amazing how cars would stop for you to cross.
Driving on the freeway, I find myself stuck in traffic--rows of cars neatly lined in pre-designated lanes. Turning the radio off, I sat in silence--not a horn to be heard. Feeling the need to express myself, I honked at the car in front. Looking closely thru his rear window, a perched middle finger stares back at me. I smiled--because in Indonesia, my honk would've meant hello.
Paying for my fuel at a gas station, I pull out three twenty dollar bills and received a five dollar bill in change. I close my wallet--and to my surprise, it actually fits in my pocket! It's amazing how I dont have to carry 500,000 dollars worth of Indonesian Rupiah's anymore to pay for my purchases. I'm no longer feeling rich.
Slowly, I'm re-adjusting...