reverse culture shock

So I'm back.  Sadly.  I feel like the past 4 months have been a dream.  It feels like they never happened.  But in reality, the past 4 months have been the best 4 months of my life.  I traveled all over Europe, met tons and tons of amazing people, and learned to be a madrileña.  Nothing can ever replace that experience. But now it's on to reverse culture shock.

All day Thursday (starting Wednesday night actually), the tears kept rolling.  I was a never-ending waterfall.  I was exhausted, physically and emotionally.  But now that I don't have any tears left in my body, I'm much better.  Learning to be back in American culture is such a strange sensation.

• I keep reaching for the horizontal door handles but they're knobs...
• Toilets here have side flushers, not the button on the top
• The light switch flips the opposite way
• I FINALLY have hot water in my shower and sink!!
• My room is hugeeee and my closet is HUGE...like so many clothes
• I had to relearn how to drive...almost crashed, whoops
• I don't have to climb 3 flights of stairs to my house
• My bed here is literally a princess bed
• I miss ham

It's going to take a while to get back into the swing of things (and back on to this time zone!).  I really really miss Spain and can't wait to go back.  America has its pros, but I miss tapas and sangria. I also am terrified to lose my Spanish.

I miss all my friends terribly (ope, tearing up) and wish they were closer to me. Can't wait for a reunion in the future!!