This line really speaks to that strange sense of reverse culture shock that so many face when returning to a "familiar" home after years abroad.

You’ve expressed how, despite knowing the language and customs, it’s the subtle day-to-day interactions and habits that feel foreign, something only those who've lived away can truly understand.

It’s fascinating how familiar routines, like navigating local markets, can offer both a grounding comfort and a new perspective on what “home” actually means.

Thanks for sharing!