I stepped off my Rio flight into the Atlanta airport today, and instantly thought, god I want to be back in Brazil. It really amazes me how much I was dying to come home, to be in my city, to see my family and friends, to be surrounded with that comfort of familiarity--and now that I'm here, all I can think about is how I want to leave again.
Culture shock? Maybe? Fear of having to face the world after graduation? More likely. Missing my Brazilian boo? Definitely. All I know is that I stood in my house this afternoon, the house I grew up in, where I always feel at home, and I felt so oddly out of place. My mom was showing me all the home improvements that had taken place the last four months and I stood there and wanted to cry. I wanted to cry because yes, I missed Brazil, but more because my house didn't feel like a home. Like I wanted it to, like I had imagined it to. Maybe home really is where the heart is... If that is true, my home is without a doubt in Brazil.
Yeah, it would be hard to sacrifice burritos, pho, and Starbucks, but not as hard as you would think. The past four months I have been whining and complaining: "Gooooddd, why don't they have Starbucks here? I mean, I thought they were globalizing!!" Jeanine and I spotted my dream coffee joint this morning at the ATL-port and there was a line. Usually my desperation for mediocre coffee with hella sugar forces me to wait at whatever cost, but today I shrugged and thought...I don't even really want it anymore. HUH?
Just some food for thought (as Jeanine would say...)
I have some major saudades though.
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