She landed at O'Hare in Chicago, she was driven "home", and then she closed the door of her American flat, and pulled the covers over her head for
Really, no. expateek's fine. Really. She's also already kicked that nasty Dextromethorphan habit, and she's ready to rock and roll. Which means mostly rolling her eyes at this moment, but never mind. It'll all be fine. Really.
Truthfully, she's been busy getting her hands on a car, and a mobile phone, and learning where the grocery stores are, and driving Mr D to work and back every day. She's doing the school run for Mr D, which is totally okay, as Mr D is all about saving money and being green (unless being green is more expensive than being cheap, in which case he opts for the cheap option). And not that there's anything wrong with that.
Because reality is setting in, and expateek's returned to a United States that she doesn't recognise. She knew the global financial crisis was dire, but the shuttered storefronts and the empty highways are unnerving. She was appalled by this advertisement on the side of the road near Oakbrook Mall.
How Americans are spending their free Saturday afternoons: "C'mon, Honey, let's get on the bus and tour all the foreclosed homes, just for kicks, shall we?" Schadenfreude, anyone?
Shiverrrrrr. That is chilling.
But enough about all of that. expateek is trying to look on the bright side, and not complain too much, because after all, things could be worse. She's putting on her eyeliner every day, and she hasn't cried yet, so that's pretty encouraging, all things considered.
And thanks to Lady Fi, over at the Strange Shores blog carnival, for highlighting my blog in her latest post and in fact forcing me out of my self-indulgent sulk. Nothing like publicity to pull one out from under the duvet! If you'd like to read some other fascinating expat stories, pop over to hers for a visit.