Home sweet home

When I was in Japan, I used to dream of Vancouver and now when I am in Vancouver I dream of Japan. In an entire reversal of roles. It still has not sunk in that I am home in Vancouver, at any moment it feels like I am going to wake up on my futon in Japan. I have been home for 3 days and for the most part of the 3 days I have not ventured out too much. I am fighting a post travels bug of some sort. I jokingly tell everyone that it is either SARS or Malaria. However, it is more likely a cumulation of lack of sleep, dry air plane air, and the pollution of Delhi that has made me suspectible to a cold bug. I spent the better part of yesterday firmly ensconced on the couch being pampered and worried about by my family, something that has not happened in years and years. It was rather nice to be taken care of when I was feeling so miserable. Someone to cook me my fav. foods and someone to do my laundry.

It is still a rather strange sensation for me to be in a house with my parents. Afterall it has been 7 years since I have lived at home. It is very strange for me, nice at the moment but not sure how it will last long term. Going from being entirely on my own to sharing a house with 4 other people. The last time I lived at home was when I was in highschool.

Other than that I am adjusting well, I have not major reverse culture shock episodes, although I hope to get it over and done with soon, so I can get on with my life in Canada. I do have pangs of missing Japan and my students. I cannot help but look at the people around me and think about how different it is in Japan.

I guess I am going through a bit of post-Japan withdrawl.