Scenes from an ex-expat

After having lived in Princeton, New Jersey for ten years, I recently returned to my native country. Goodbye Amerika, hello Netherlands. I figured, rather naively, that I would put on my country as a well-worn jacket. After all, I speak the language, I know the lay of the land, and I have friends and family around. The truth is, I find the re-adjustment not easy at all. The country seems to have changed. Familiar things have shifted around as glass pieces in a kaleidoscope. My eyes need to adjust constantly. But then, it could be me. Maybe I have been Americanized more than I thought. In this blog series, I share some experiences of things I encounter in my daily life as a recent ex-expat.