Although it is true that those initial feelings of strangeness have subsided, I still feel that something will never be the same even now, so many years later.
What I constantly contend with now is a continual pull to go back; a pull to go back anywhere as long as it isn’t here.
Does the degree of difference between our home country and the target country determine the degree of change we will experience upon returning?
Many descriptions of Reverse Culture Shock describe it as part of a continuum whereby eventually we’ll feel at home again in our native country and the vestiges of the “shock” will slowly wear off.
Corey, an American, and her German husband live in Seattle where they raise and homeschool their three children, ages 15, 14 and 12, in German and English.
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I mentioned this to a friend after having lived abroad for a year.
I had sealed my fate the moment I had boarded that plane the year before.
The joy of having spent time in another country is that you slowly become a part of it and bit-by-bit one of its people.
Our attention to detail is heightened and we make a concerted effort to understand and fit in until we become one with our new location.
Yet when I am back there, I feel the pull to return here, the place I call home.
It is as if I am living in a kind of suspended reality, never really here and never really there; restless.