Quantum leaps

I began packing tonight, which means I now have two large empty suitcases sitting on my floor staring vacantly at me. To say that the thought of collecting my things to come home for vacation is slightly strange for me would be an understatement.

I've read that the first signs of reverse culture shock come within the first twenty-four hours of being home, but I say they happened when it took me and three of my friends ten minutes last night to remember that thinly-latticed American wheat crackers are called Triscuits. For better or worse, this is sure to be a long strange week.