1. “I see white people”. In Africa I always found I got my back up when there were too many whities around; it felt uncomfortable, like we were all seeking each other out. Seeing a gaggle of melanin-challenged people was a reminder that I was a tourist just like them and no one wants to be reminded that they are tourists. Now, we are everywhere.
2. Sidewalks. We have them.
3. The lack of smells. This is a primarily smell-free zone whereas my nose was assaulted most of the time in Kenya.
4. Not getting as much sleep. We have electricity all the time here and TV and other distractions so I don’t go to bed at 10pm every day and get up at 7am. Getting fewer than 8 hours of sleep puts me in a crabby mood – ok, fewer than 9 – and when I get tired I can barely keep my eyes open.
5. Time. I’m now in the SAME time zone as most of my friends and family now (or at least separated by only one or two hours instead of 7). Yet, I still find myself converting the time in my head whenever I go to make a phone call.
Honestly, other than those minor things it does not feel that strange to be home.