Mama Mia, I'm Not in Naples Am I?

It keeps on happening. 
I think I'm settled in and then *BANG* out of nowhere something hits me.

It's like the place I've called my home for um 26.5 years is a completely foreign land to me and in this land there are strange and mysterious things.

• Laundry machines here fit more than 2 outfits at a time. And...get this, can wash and dry all those clothes in just about an hour.
• Loud beeping trucks come by once a week to collect garbage and recycling we've collected in city provided cans. (Okay, so in MdP we have mini trucks coming by daily, but I just never see them, let alone hear them since I'm already at work.)
• Should food scraps find their way in the sink at a flip of a switch they are pulverized and washed down the drain. (Good thing my family composts the large stuff so that still feels "normal.")
• Browsing all the other options in the store I get overwhelmed...especially when I see the price! Neeks' 5 pack of mice are a whole dollar more at Walmart! Speaking of shopping, it's so nice not to have to do the "so that's how many dollars" computation in my brain before deciding on an item. 

Ugh, it's good to be back- honest. Just taking even more time to adjust this time around and I'm not even jet-lagged. Well, I am but so much to do that my sleeping hours are restricted so I had to work through it. The cure for jet-lag perhaps?