It’s the Little Things

As I said in my last post, it’s sometimes hard to remember that I’m in another country–another culture. There are all of the blatant reminders, but they don’t sink in. They’re so big and so constant that you tend to tune them out.

It’s the little things that really tend to throw me.

  • The light switches for a room are almost always *outside* the room. I’ll walk into a room, reach for the switch, only to remember that I have to walk back out to find it.
  • The light switches (which are toggles, not flip-switches like in the US) all go “the wrong way”. To turn a light on, you push the bottom of the toggle instead of the top.
  • The steps are all too short. The rise is about 6 inches instead of the typical 8 or 9 inches in the US. I’m getting used to it, but I still find myself stepping too high. They’re also too shallow, so either my heel (going up) or my toes (coming down) hang over the edge. I’ve just taken to walking stairs on tip-toe to keep from missing the edge and falling to my death.

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