So its been about two months since I have been home. I have wanted to make a post about returning for a while now, but haven't been able to find the words. I still don't feel I can adequately describe my feelings now about being home or about how I changed. I feel that I should try anyway.
Today is April Fool's day. Kind of a silly cultural tradition to set aside a day just for playing pranks on those close to us. I have no idea where the tradition came from, but I find myself more connected to it somehow. If I was in China I would be tasked with describing to so many the meaning of April Fool's day. Its history I would have to Google, but its reason I might say something about the importantance of the practical joke. How Americans tend to get so serious and uptight, that we often need a trickster to come along and reteach us that life is not all that serious. The point is I identify with April Fool's day and proudly claim it as part of my culture. Where as in the past I thought of it as just a silly little tradition not to be given much significance. The same is true of so many other traditions and experiences we have like weddings, strip bars, movie theaters, birthday parties, Easter, baseball games, job fairs, driving rules, grad school applications, dinner parties, etc... So many things now that I never thought of with much depth I now imagine what it would be like to explain them to someone who had never experienced them before. It has caused me to really enjoy so many experiences in new depth.
Another big concept that I am having trouble with is coming to terms with the poverty I had seen. I have read about Americans using something like 30 percent of the world's resources when we only take up about 5 percent of the population. I never realized just how evil that statement is until what I had seen and experienced overseas. I think because poorer nations are so far away that we don't see the levels of poverty directly. It makes it easy to write off the economic differences as thinking the worlds poor just do not have the same cultural/ political/ social/ status that we have so therefore aren't privy to the same lifestyle. For me that illusion has been crushed. I realized first hand that the Chinese people are EXACTLY just like us. They have the same dreams, intelligence, hopes, fears, work ethic, aspirations etc... only not the same opportunities. They are our brothers! The reasons for this separation of wealth are complex and geopolitical I am sure, but to see first hand the amount of poverty that exists among such a beautiful people is a great injustice. This is an issue that I am still trying to come to terms with, and probably will for some time.

