Land of the free, home of the rushed

Welcome to America, land of the free, home of the rushed.  That was one of my first revelations after deboarding here in Houston.  Everything just feels so much more hurried! People running to make connecting flights, and just rush rush rushing through the security checkpoint.  I haven't felt that rushed for 4 months. I realize people need to catch flights and all, but while the past four months have been me feeling like "c'mon people, pick up the pace a little bit, don't you realize class/church/whatever started 1/2 hour ago?!", now I'm feeling like "sheesh! slow it down here, buddy! what's the rush?!".  Interesting change.

Then I went to the bathroom, and had to think twice before tossing the toilet paper in the toilet.  And then there was an automatic flusher!  Wait, no bucket to flush?  Ok, granted, at my house I lived in in Managua, we could throw the paper in the toilet, and it flushed without a bucket. But still...other places, not so much.

And suddenly, I'm surrounded by English.  I heard and spoke quite a bit of it anyways while I was there, but anytime I overheard a conversation, it was normally in Spanish.  My brain is having to actually adjust to hearing English!  I already miss Spanish! 

I can't wait to get home to familiar, warm, smiling friendly faces, rather than the cold airport faces without smiles on them.  And big big hugs!!

ps......it's COLD HERE!!!