“Remember where you are…” that’s the line my father keep telling me when I started get crabby about how some things work here. Actually, it wasn’t until I met Melanie, an Aussie girl who’s been a teacher in Asia for over 10 years that I realized that there is a word for how I’ve been feeling in the past oh 9 months. It’s called Reverse Culture Shock. When Melanie and I had our chats, that’s when I realized that she have the same feelings as I do (she was en-route to return home to Australia when I met her) and it was like one of those moments where you say “OMG, you know, I feel the same way too!” Yes, .....
Lately I’ve been glorifying the magic of Facebook. Who knew I could reconnect with old long lost friends down from Kindergarten to College? Amazing huh?! Even on Friendster I didn’t connect to this many friends. Reunion(s) has been great and it sure is nice to stay in touch after all these years again. However, things aren’t always as rosy as it seems. After two small ‘conversations’ with two different people from my past I was intrigued to write this. First conversation: X: “It’s just too difficult to go places with xx small kids *with complaining tones* Me: “Do you have any nanny?” X: “I have two, one for each kid. It must be so much easier for you, right?” Me: .....
