Shock and Awe
As I was walking home from the city centre this evening, a crazy idea dawned on me. I looked around me with fresh eyes and a new mind. Then, in a moment’s clarity, I realized that I was not in Amman any longer. My body responded: I couldn’t breathe.
Dizzying clarity. How had I numbed my senses so much for the past four months? What mechanism of denial or adaptation or out-of-body-ness is at work here? Can one be fully functional when one does not quite register what exactly is going on and where and when until some time later?
I know. I will call it a lag of awareness. I have it.

Is it nostalgia? is it Longing for your homeland? is it missing the family atmosphere? Is it the fog? Is it the people driving on the right side of the street? Is it a shock ? Yes it is, it is a cultural shock. I know that you have been in & around too many different countries including the United States Of America. Notwithstanding, being there on vacation is a lot different than living in the country for an extended period of time, only then will you realize that there is something wrong in the picture. As time go by a lot of the of the anxiety will diminish and you will start feeling like any other London Denizen.