Putting my toilet paper in a bag next to the toilet instead of in the toilet. Not being able to listen to loud music in my car. Not driving.
The nagging feeling that I'm missing out on something back home.
The trucks that drive down my street early in the morning, blasting on loudspeakers that they have eggs or onions or socks to sell.
The ridiculous price of bread and cheese, and the lack of quality therein.
Not being able to make people laugh due to cultural/language barriers.
My inability to understand all the random conversations that surround me daily.
Talking slowly and enunciating every word in an effort to be understood.
Eating rice all the time.
Not playing video games.
Always being looked at and noticed.
Hanging out with friends here and always knowing that they're not half as fun as my friends back home.
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