A hunting creative non-fiction story about the not-so-commonly-discussed nature of (reverse) cultural shock and the struggle of acculturation.
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A hunting creative non-fiction story about the not-so-commonly-discussed nature of (reverse) cultural shock and the struggle of acculturation.
It was a Saturday not like any other. I looked out my windows, feeling disheartened because of the tiny droplets of rain sliding down my windows and the grey blanket of cloud covering the morning sky. Why was I so bummed about it, you may ask? Could the freezing cold weather possibly be the cause of my sadness?
The scent of the pages of fifty-year-old booksup in the cold up, Your breaths twirling up,