Culture shock

Consider that, in 2008, there still are people in Eugene, Ore., who look like this:


My parents arrived in the United States in 1968, and Eugene was their first stop. I've always wondered what went through their minds when they arrived. (Add in that their next stop was Pittsburgh, and you have a couple of huge, uh, transitions to make in the space of a year.)

It also reinforces my belief that anyone who willingly, as an adult, decides to uproot himself or herself and move halfway around the world is a lot braver than I am.