Reverse culture shock finally hit yesterday (all it took was one trip to Costco). I also just watched a show about St. Petersburg on the travel channel when the feeling hit: I wanna go back. ::sigh:: Its true what they say, you don’t truly appreciate something until its taken away from you. And with all of its idiosyncrasies – of which there were many – I’d be happy to fly right back to Russia & co. right now. Ah well, at least I have a goal on the horizon and after I learn some more languages of which French is one, I’ll make my way back to Europe sooner than later. Damn you travel channel!!