When Home is a Stranger
I heard it said once that time and life are both like flowing rivers. You can get out and get back in but the water you touched once, you will never touch again. Though it is the same river, it will never be the same water. I knew moving back to South Carolina was going to be a transition of sorts. I knew that even when I left, time kept moving. I knew home wouldn't be the same place I left. After being here for a week now, I must say I grossly underestimated how much I had actually changed as well as the place I called home for most of my life. Two words: Culture Shock. I never once in my life expected to experience culture shock when it came to the place I consider home. I lived here for almost 22 years, how much could have changed in the last two years? Yes, I have experienced this type of mental confusion and indifference a couple of times before when it came to my world travels but this time was different. This time, I was humbled by the fact that I had to admit ...