Culture Shock

I cannot believe that it has been one week since I left. As I prepared for my return, I was not sure what would be the hardest part about returning. Would it be the accessibility of everything, the smooth roads, the cost of things, Target? It is hard to know what would be hard. For me, it has been the strangest things, the little things. When I first arrived in Atlanta and went through the security check, I was dumbfounded by all the ziploc bags just sitting out for people to use. Granted these were because of the new security issues but I live in a place where they are incredibly hard to find and sooo expensive. They are like gold. I looked at all of those ziploc bags and couldn't believe they could be lying out so carelessly. Next up, in my strange world: Target. What girl doesn't love Target. However, as I made my first trip back I was not sure what to expect. How would I handle seeing all the clothes, shoes, DVDs, etc? How would I handle all that stuff after being where I have been? Suprisingly, no real issues... not until I got home and I unpacked my bag. Bags are so hard to come by and we need them often, so I wasn't sure what to do. Should I pack it up in my suitcase to take home with me? Surely, I couldn't just discard it. At dinner one night, we finished a jar of salsa. As happy as I was to finally eat salsa, for me all I could think about was how valuable and useful that jar was. Earlier today I was driving through Atlanta and passed my beloved school, Georgia Tech. On the billboard they were advertising football tickets and I just started crying. I felt sad about missing another football season. Then, I just felt strange that I was crying about football of all things. Needless to say, I am taking things one day at a time and just trying to cling to God through all of it!