Reverse Culture Shock
20th of July..which means it's been 14 days since I came back home. 2 weeks.
The journey back was an ordeal. If I have not mentioned it already, it took my sister and me 3 days and 2 nights..actually, 3 nights all in all. O.o Reached home exactly at midnight on the 6th of July.
Anyways, somewhere throughout the journey, Shoba had warned me of something called reverse culture shock.
O.o
I'm sure most of you have heard about culture shock..but reverse culture shock? Well, it's the reverse of culture shock la..OK, i noe i'm not supposed to be defining something with the word itself..anyhow, simply put..through an example: I experienced culture shock in my own country, which I left just 10 months ago.
Bits and pieces of it are still left after 2 weeks. Symptoms include, on the most part, irritability.
Jet lag and the weather is one..but it's not really part of this thing called reverse culture shock.
It's just the different smaller details like not being able to walk anywhere safely i.e. the unavailability of pedestrian paths or pedestrian traffic lights. Also, there is noticeably fewer traffic flow. Maybe it's because Canterbury is small town..Hmm, still it was something else.
Life in UK is independent. Very much, indeed. Each person gets one room..no sharing. And I have lots of quiet time for myself.
At home, the initial humdrum of family members being out and about around the house is normal and even pleasing. I honestly welcomed it. And then, it all got a little...what's the word? - irritating. As I wrote that word, I felt really guilty. So no, maybe that's not the right word. It just feels like people are prying into your personal space, you know?
Oh well..I shall read more about this reverse culture shock...maybe I will deal with it better after being more informed about what it really is..
The journey back was an ordeal. If I have not mentioned it already, it took my sister and me 3 days and 2 nights..actually, 3 nights all in all. O.o Reached home exactly at midnight on the 6th of July.
Anyways, somewhere throughout the journey, Shoba had warned me of something called reverse culture shock.
O.o
I'm sure most of you have heard about culture shock..but reverse culture shock? Well, it's the reverse of culture shock la..OK, i noe i'm not supposed to be defining something with the word itself..anyhow, simply put..through an example: I experienced culture shock in my own country, which I left just 10 months ago.
Bits and pieces of it are still left after 2 weeks. Symptoms include, on the most part, irritability.
Jet lag and the weather is one..but it's not really part of this thing called reverse culture shock.
It's just the different smaller details like not being able to walk anywhere safely i.e. the unavailability of pedestrian paths or pedestrian traffic lights. Also, there is noticeably fewer traffic flow. Maybe it's because Canterbury is small town..Hmm, still it was something else.
Life in UK is independent. Very much, indeed. Each person gets one room..no sharing. And I have lots of quiet time for myself.
At home, the initial humdrum of family members being out and about around the house is normal and even pleasing. I honestly welcomed it. And then, it all got a little...what's the word? - irritating. As I wrote that word, I felt really guilty. So no, maybe that's not the right word. It just feels like people are prying into your personal space, you know?
Oh well..I shall read more about this reverse culture shock...maybe I will deal with it better after being more informed about what it really is..
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