Okay so this is a quick blurb about how weird I feel right now. Because, let me tell you, I feel weird.
I’ll tell you why: because it is the month of NOVEMBER and everything here is green and I can wear shorts and tank tops if I want because it’s so warm. It does not snow in Guatemala. I don’t even think it hails. And for my Michigan-raised sense of perception, this is WEIRD. Also, November 15th was two days ago, and I was not able to celebrate one of the biggest holidays of the year: opening day of rifle season. This is tragic. I really just don’t know what to do with myself.
I don’t think this is necessarily either homesickness or culture shock or whatever. I think it’s more like I’ve never really thoroughly appreciated my culture before. A culture where the leaves change colors on the trees and then fall in a really obnoxious fashion and then get covered in a freak ton of frozen water that one can throw at pedestrians. A culture where people skip school and work and various other obligations to bust out the Hot Hands and the camo and go sit in the middle of the freezing cold woods for hours on end waiting for a broadside in range.
But now that I can step back and observe my dear redneck eskimos from the Mitten State, I’ve come to realize that there’s no place I’d rather be and no culture I’d rather be a part of.
So take care Michigan. I’ll see you in seven short months.
Who says you can’t go home?
Here is a complimentary photo of myself engaging in one the traditional rituals of my culture. #ThrowBackMonday
