I left the States three years ago today.
The hardest thing for me to get used to was having to wait for others. Probably why I was so eager to learn to speak. I realized the other day suddenly that I wasn't the slight bit nervous about doing anything here. Kinda weird when you get used to not understanding much.
Different people re-create the rooms I'm constantly in. With this class, I fill up the room, laughing with them, but when they're gone, with the lights shut off, it's once again a dead city.
Another two years in me. When I get back home, I want it to be weird. I want the constant use of English to be just knock-me-down weird.