Forgetful
I had forgotten the United States' clutter. I had forgotten what a mobile home being driven down the road looked like. I had forgotten that there can be a church on one corner and a liquor store on the other. I had forgotten that, in the South, there are 10 churches on the same street with 10 restaurants on the other side. I'm not complaining. I had just forgotten. I have become accustomed to not needing Wal-Mart, not buying two just because the second one is half-off, and wondering how one family could live in a house that big. I can't say that I will never go back to the old me, but I can honestly say that living in another country really does change your perspective and that I don't "need" as much as I used to think I did. The amazing thing is that my kids have changed too, without my prompting. :)