Consider this the domestic counter-part of Living in the Asian Line, the blog documenting my adventures abroad in Spring 2011. DisOriented, however, will be a bit of the opposite: the humble musings of a young woman who has found herself to be a foreigner in her own land.
There is something comforting about being a foreigner abroad. It excuses you from all sorts of social faux-pas, gives you a security blanket of local unconditional forgiveness and a universal excuse for why you feel different. This doesn't exist at home. In your own country, feeling different has no obvious source or simple scapegoat. Returning back to the States brought these feelings all the nearer to the surface and I have continuously been feeling less like an 'average American,' so I submit this blog, a chronicle of my adventures in my home country, trying to figure out where I fit into this American tapestry while I begin my career in international marketing analysis...in America.
P.S.: The subtitle of this blog will henceforth be: Oriental Trading for Newbs. Mostly because Oriental Trading's rubber duckies are awesome and I love them all.
