I knew I was back in America when...

First when the plane approached the O'Hare runway and I could see the neatly organized Chicago suburbs; each neighborhood with a cul-de-sac, the cookie cutter houses, and the swimming pools in the back yard. Then when I got off the plane and went to buy a drink in the terminal. The woman standing beside me nearly lost her mind because she felt I had cut her in line (which I'm pretty sure I didn't, but maybe it was just an unconcious reflex I had developed in China.) Anyway, it is nice to be home. Clean air, cool weather, a little peace and quiet, and driving a car!