I think us ex-Osaners need a 12-step program to reintegrate into society. See if you agree with me
My house is big and beautiful and quiet. The kids have a yard to play in, I finally have room to put our things. It's weird to go immediately from "yes, we can go out in a minute, let me finish this up right quick" to "Ronnie, where are the kids? Oh, they're outside."
I can't get used to people of Asian descent speaking English. I want to say "Annyeong" and bow slightly all.the.time.
There is good beer everywhere... I get excited because it's not just fizzy yellow beer. I try to stock up everytime we go to the store and they have something good.
I screamed, "OMG look at all the beer that's on tap!!!!" while pointing and jumping up and down.
The commissary is HUGE! I get the deer in the headlights look when I go in for a few items. Then I get asked if I need any help. I say no, I'm doing fine, but I feel like I need to apologize to people and explain that I just got here from Korea. Oh, and people look at you funny when you talk to them in public, even if it's being helpful and pointing toward something they were looking for. So what if they didn't ask me, they said it out loud and I was right there and knew the answer.
And the BX is even bigger. I swear it's the size of a Wal-Mart. And if they don't have it, guess what, I can go to Wal-Mart or Target. It's weird being able to have selection again that doesn't involve online shopping.
