When you first move to a new area there is the Honeymoon Period. This is when everything is new and wonderful. The differences between cultures are cute. They make easy conversation with the family back home.
I went to Wal-mart yesterday. I had a list in my hand from school telling me what the kids needed for the year. Folder, glue, erasable pens(?). We hunted around, marking off each item as we found it. It was going to be an uneventful, boring day of shopping. But it didn’t go down that way.