A Month.

I've been stateside for a month now.  I can't say that I've been home for a month because technically, I'm not home home (which I still miss btw).  I think my reentry has gone fairly well (I even got a therapist to tell me so).  Not too much reverse culture shock.  The most distinctive things that stick out to me were (and how do I be PC about this?) the 'largeness' of Americans and the frequent cussing that you hear in public.  I had forgotten about these.

I also get these moments where I don't know where I am.  Even more disturbed by the fact that I always thought of Texas as just a big blob on the map, and now that I'm living here, I have to connect the dots in the blob.  Still, I'm a far cry from the motherland, and there is a sense of loss that I'm not there anymore.

I've done a lot in this month...not all that I've wanted to do, but a lot.  It's been good to connect with the things that make me me, though I suppose there's always been Him.  Now, will a Texan Sherise emerge?  We shall see.