So now that we have been in the US for a couple weeks my culture shock is kicking in. The shock is not is the areas I thought it would be in, like driving and suburban life. The problem is the grocery store and how stranger say hi and tell you their life story.
The size of the packages and pop here are crazy. The biggest thing we are in is the size of the bread slices. Yes we could get it sliced to what we like, that is if they had good european bread here. We are just buying the packaged bread right now till we find all our favorite stores. When I have one slice of peanut butter toast for breakfast it is like having 3 slices of bread, not to mention the wide slots of the toast - I guess they are not for just bagels anymore.
As for the TMI issuse remeber we are from Minnesota where people never say hi to you and stick to their groups usually from high school. I have heard about a man's wife leaving him to go back east, from a guy telling about a neighbors dog jumping out the second floor window to our car dealer sharing about his wifes operation on her back.
These are just a couple of our observations for now.
- Jill, Foxy and Ana
- We (my late husband and I) moved to California in December 2008 from Brussels, Belgium. Orginally we are from Minnesota. I have 7 year old papillion-chihuahua mix named Foxy and in January I add a new puppy mill rescue that is 5 years old named Ana. She has taken up alot of my time. My Husband was killed in July 2009 now this is the story of what is happening day to day as a young widow trying to find fun and friends again.
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