Upon my arrival in America, I experienced a little reverse culture shock which included speaking Japanese to anyone in a uniform, crying when I couldn't figure out how to use a pay phone, proclaiming loudly on the phone to my mother that "I hate America because everyone is big and fat", and a perpetual state of annoyance at the fact that I could understand every inane conversation taking place around me. After a few days, however, I was back in the swing of things, with the exception of a few occasional right hand turns into the wrong side of the road. It was good to be back in a world where I could find shoes that fit my feet.
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