There are moments where I flat out forget about the changes that occur when you go to a different country. Take my consumption of whiskey for example. Jack Daniels is no longer a domestic product. Up here, this is an imported liqour. My days in Iowa City always found Crown Royal to be more of a treat and a pricey pick for enjoyment. Now all of that is backwards. What was once domestic is an import. What was once a tasty import is locally made in this country. It’s such a great deal, but a painful realization of how silly I can be. No matter how much you try, it’s difficult to shake off that ignorance.
In due time, it will all be more and more apparent. The differences creep up everyday, but the most important thing I keep in mind is that this is simply how it is up here. You can’t go around saying “that’s stupid” or believe that it should be the “american way.” Of course, you can’t help but make a comparison. Everyday I find myself fascinated with something new that I’ve learned.